When I first met him there was a daisy tattooed on his neck. It screamed the beauty that I wish I could emit. He told me, tan hands wrapping around mine, that “the sun and the moon are one in perfect balance. Those that destroy have been destroyed in the past.” He would whisper in my ear the secrets of the light. The roses swooned for him, the clouds bowed to him with familiarity. The…

When I was a child, I was always fascinated by the water. My mom tells me that even as far back as when I was a baby, that I would stare, transfixed, into the swirling reflective liquid. Occasionally I even reached out my chubby little baby hand to touch the water, swirling it around and making eddies that rippled away to the other end of the bathtub. But, to my child self, the most captivating…

“Two men were killed in a car accident this morning at 3:34AM. Our live reporter, Clara Eden, is on the field to give us more details. Clara, please enlighten us on the current state of things.” “Well Darrell, our sources are saying that the cars had illegal modifications, such as rear-end engines, improvised versions of turbo and other such ‘improvements’ that caused the explosion. The crash was sparked by-” That was all that needed to…

(Chorus) Imma die alone while i’m thinkin’ bout my woes Everybody think I’m fine but i’m blurred between the lines I couldn’t care less Wish you the very best Just a waste of my time Just a waste of my time x2 (verse) Shorty hit my phone When i’m all alone Now I need to call But the truth is standing tall Never let me down Why you gonna lie Always say you love me…

When I first met him I was happy, I defined myself as content in the eyes of myself and others, I was content. I will say honestly that my life without him would not have changed drastically but he changed me, I was breathing before him, blinking, I was living before him. I don’t want to be the type of person to claim indifference, in fact I’m minimalist, without the desperate need for people like…

Bursting flames, explosions of sparks; Reborn. Every day is a new color, reds, greens, blues. Nobody knows who I am. Ashes and smoke cloud my features, nobody knows who I am. They fill my lungs and distort my voice, nobody knows who I am. Thousands of steps, millions of words, 14 years and the only thing that stayed the same are my eyes. Beautiful, Beautiful eyes. They say they’re beautiful because over the noise of…