I have lived my life in between the shades of joy and pain. I have dreamed of success, but never in color, it was always in a shade of grey. I buried my ideas, so that you could walk on a field of dreams. I kneeled before those I should…

I went looking for you in a place that was supposed be peaceful. It had the most beautiful sunset; even though it wasn’t on full display. The sun was tucked away behind clouds of grey. As I walked off the shoreline,listening to the soothing sounds of the waves. I couldn’t…

I felt it when it broke, I thought it was life’s cruel joke. It would seem I was on a path, one littered with good intentions. It was almost surreal, How the sky was a deep burgundy, and the clouds were gray. The world seemed cold, but the air was…

Love’s Language whats your love language, was her opening question. I told her I didn't believe that Love had a general language. Love was more of a private language, that was once lost amongst the ashes in the sea. Love is kind, and Love doesn't keep score, so if Loves…

There are few words that come to mind, When I think of you. But the main one is mine. For weeks I savored the flavor of you, hoping to escape reality’s cold clasp. However it was fantasy’s warm hand that locked me into your perfect grasp. It was the perfect…

sleeping in shifts, because the words are piercing my dreams; with schemes that alter the backdrop of my dreams. like the faces of hypothetical lovers changing, into past indiscretions ranging from lust to high key vibrational loves. listening to music with high notes that soar like doves. Something about the…

I found peace in a vase similar to this. I wanted my remains in one, but I hoped it came with a lid. Perhaps my ashes would get caught up in a whirlwind? But that vase was not an urn; it had stars draped all over it. It gave me…

Melodies from heaven rain down on me. Hard to read those lyrics and not sing or humm them. I want that kind of feeling when they mention you and I. That when you think of her, you subconsciously have to acknowledge Him. Like thinking of Whitney, you most definitely think…

Have you ever dreamed in what felt like 3d? Like you could feel the heat, and texture of your loved ones? I demanded more than to dream I’m color, I had to feel,taste, smell, and hear it all. I dared to be great until I heard them say great doesn’t change your life, it simply appeases the opinions of those whom you seek to please. Wildly awaiting awaken from a dream that the others in this world would have you to believe is the only way to achieve some GREAT feat!