Writing is my passion, when writing I get to express myself openly and honestly. It’s as if all the emotions in my head and heart, spill out onto the paper without thought or caution. writing is a form of artistic expression that allows me to show mt skill. I get to see the person I am as well as the person I am becoming. My words and thoughts will one day be a book, this I am sure of because writing is not only my passion, but also my purpose.

War
Takes everything from a person
Safety
Loved ones
Home

It strips you bare
Leaves you hollow, echoing
Alone

Watching your home fall in pieces
And all you can do is scream
Watching loved ones slip away
And all you can do is cry

Watching and watching
Feeling and feeling

It takes everything:
Your sense of safety
Your family
The shattered shape of your life

Yet somehow
We still breathe
We mourn. We rise.
We survive.

Perfect
As amazing as that word may sound,
No one truly lives up to it—
Except one person:
Him.

With his clever jokes,
His nerdy facts,
His endless stickers—

He’s unapologetically himself.
So perfect.
So him.
Good at everything.

Ask a question—he’ll know the answer.
Drawing? He can do it.
Music taste?
Uniquely out of the blue—
A song you’ve never heard,
But suddenly love.

He walks into a room,
And somehow, the world gets quieter.
Not because he demands attention—
But because he deserves it.
A calm confidence.
A gentle strength.

He doesn’t try to be impressive—
He just is.
The way he laughs,
Like he means it.

The way he listens,
Like he cares.
Him.
Sweet.
Charming.
Kind.
Gentle.
Smart.
Steady.
Warm.
Real.
Perfect.

And if he ever doubts it—
If he ever wonders who he is to others—
He should know:
To me,
He’s everything.
He’s my perfect boy.

Words were spoken so smoothly.
Conversation was flowing graciously.
Attraction was arousing so maturely.

Until Casper flew in –
Turned the lights out.
Erased every word spoke.
Deleted from existence.

I think I’ve spent most of my life trying not to scare people away. Not by being cruel or unkind, but by being Loud. Real. Alive in all the wrong ways.

I say what I feel. I ask too many questions. I care too deeply and too fast. And somewhere along the way, that became a flaw.

Freshman year, he said I didn’t have friends because I was a bitch. And I laughed it off but took it with me like a scar I didn’t know I’d keep. Ten years later, I still wonder if he was right.

I wonder if people leave because I give too much of myself too soon, too honest, too loudly and maybe no one really wants that.

My mother told me to speak up, to never silence myself for the comfort of others. But she didn’t warn me how lonely that would feel. Because the world doesn’t know what to do with a girl who doesn’t flinch when silence stretches and tension thickens. They want small. They want agreeable. They want a quiet “okay” instead of a loud “why?”

So I tried it. I played small. But my tongue smiled through empty conversations and nodded when I wanted to scream. And for what? To sit in rooms full of people who didn’t really see me, just the watered-down version they found easier to love?

That’s not love. That’s convenience.

And still, I keep hoping someone will stay after the first sharp truth after the too-long eye contact after the moment I stop performing and just exist.

I want someone who doesn’t panic when I speak with fire or cry without apology. Someone who doesn’t need me to be less to feel like enough.

I don’t know if that person exists. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop feeling like I have to earn my right to just be. But I know this — shrinking hurts worse than solitude. And I’m tired of apologizing for the sound of my voice.

I’ll go ahead and let them leave. I’ll keep the door open for someone who stays without needing me to disappear.

In the mirror, a stranger stares back with despair,
Eyes searching for answers, but finding none there.
The laughter of youth feels like a distant refrain,
As he grapples with sorrow, heartache and pain.

In dreams he glimpses a life filled with fire,
A heart full of passion, a soul that aspires.
Then reality pulls him in, a heavy cold chain,
As he awakens to the silence, the echoes of disdain.

Every day feels like a loop, worn and frail,
A race with no finish line, where he struggles to prevail.
He ponders his journey, the path that he walks,
As shadows of uncertainty, swirl in his thoughts.

Once vibrant with laughter, his world now feels bare,
His personality has faded, his happiness is rare.
He clings to the memories that slip through his fingers,
The love he once felt, now only lingers.

He watches life pass him, a truly sad sight,
While he remains in the shadows, far from the light.
Just when will he find, the love that he seeks?
His future seems glim, empty and bleak.

In the depths of a sunlit glow,
Numbers dance, putting on a show,
Staring at screens, words in a jumble,
A writer’s mystery, a poetic tumble.

Diving deep in alphabet soup,
I watch my partner in a sunny loop,
Soaking in rays, vitamin C,
While my fur baby lives carefree.

Days drift by with a gentle sigh,
As I sort through thoughts that flutter and fly,
Filling my pages with dreams and schemes,
Preparing for challenges, chasing my dreams.

An unexpected guest, black and white,
Visits my world, a playful sight,
He comes and goes, a brief delight,
Bringing laughter, turning day into night.

In this cozy space where ideas inspire,
I weave my words, my soul’s desire,
Amidst the chaos, a tranquil scene,
In the heart of creation, I find my dream.

My Greatest What If

I wish I could write to you.
I wish I could tell you the things I’ve done lately—
the small victories, the quiet moments, the ways I’ve grown.
I wish I could talk to you,
just to hear your voice,
even if it came with that fake enthusiasm you used to give me.

In another life, I would’ve taken the risk.
I would’ve chosen you.
Shared my thoughts, my fears, my dreams.
But this world keeps spinning,
and I still can’t spin you out of my mind.

We are connected.
By what, I don’t know.
Maybe our souls just recognize each other.
Maybe we are star-crossed lovers,
meant to feel it,
but never touch it.

I long to reach out to you—
but it’s dangerous.
I long to share my accomplishments,
but I can’t.
It’s as if I serve a life sentence—
one where the silence protects everything and destroys something too.

No matter what happens in this life,
a piece of me will always love you.
You are my greatest what if.

My agrees with Miss Swift-
“2024” was a very cruel, cruel summer…
Though in spite of making sound choices,
Has been made and proved to be so much funner!

A great experience of God’s talents-He gives from on high above,
Was just yesterday, last day gone-yet 1st 7 of 50 books-printed strong love!
An awesome convention by the Sword of the Lord-Walkertown North Carolina,
I wanted to go year after year-But now no PO to block my son clear!
So we both went with great cheer, filled-in-the Spirit while drawling near!
For God said “Do” and He will “Do” the same-with no shame of any tears!

…Only happy ones inside!

The day in Cleveland, so minute far off-Solar Eclipse hit the mark…
Yes, the same time to celebrate 4 years dry-
No alcohol in this body of mine!
T’was April 8th!!!

Also while so hot, yet the water was cool,
Came the baptism of my son-so exceedingly cool!!!
He got a license, he got a car, and a house for to stay-
God has blessed his Obedient way, without any sorrow of the day!

Also for me-my 3rd study course complete,
Finished Application-with only one left to meet!
So soon I’ll be done-steady moving to go on…
Walking with my Gal Wisdom-She to me is so very strong!
It’s simple Love Dear-for the mighty to hear!

Picking any one from all this fun-out of sober memory…
Would be like putting a kid in Charlie’s Chocolate Factory-
And tell him to pick his favorite, very best tastefully…

Yea, I know-Mission Impossible!
But what IS probable here-
Is that “2024” turned out to be…
My very best year!!!

12-18-24

Some assumptions about
Me being careless because
I now, care less, about others opinions.
It’s nobody’s business what I’m doing
Or consuming. Assuming I care,
The lesson you’ll learn. Is be safe
As we leave far from near.
So… Be safe!!! As I drift off into the distance.
It’s just an experience of our existence.
If you care? Be carful, until we meet again.
Our mind carries our memories.
I’ve cared and carried. With some I did it
Carefully.

A light shines through the window bright,
As you lie there, lost in the night.
Gazing up at the moon’s soft glow,
“Wow, isn’t it pretty?” you whisper low.

The air so thick, it clings like a dream,
You breathe it in, caught up in the theme.
“Is that what I think?”—a giggle escapes,
Realizing you’re just a bug that shapes.

Oh, how cute are those fireflies’ gleam,
Reflecting memories, like a childhood dream.
A jar in hand, capturing the dance,
Nature’s magic in a fleeting glance.

The sounds of the wild begin to play,
While the magic box whispers night away.
In the cool embrace of this tranquil space,
Our flickering flames find a new grace.

Is nature ready, with arms open wide,
To heal our hearts from the depths inside?
In this tropical paradise, let us weave,
A tapestry of hope—together, we believe.

Loved ones surround me,
Their eyes soft with hope—
Heart-shaped and heavy.
They dream I’ll become
What they never could.

Expectations chain me,
But still, I love them—
How could I not,
When they stand so proud,
Their backs straight with belief?

Yet maybe, in their gaze,
There’s more than weight—
There’s warmth.
And maybe I can become
Not what they were,
But something just as bright.

I’ll rise—not as their echo,
But as their answered prayer.
A voice forged from silence,
A path that’s mine alone.
Carrying their hopes
Not as chains—
But as wings.

Words that cut like glass —
Sharp, unseen.
Expect too little.
Hope for the best.
Treat each wound like all the rest.

They stain your heart,
Make it bleed.
Crack your ribs,
Leave your soul in need.

They break you down —
But still, you rise.
Because in the end,
They’re just words,
Just words.
So treat them that way.

Don’t expect too much.
Expectation is the root of all pain.
And words that cut like glass —
Still shatter just the same.

As I lie among the sighs,
Gnats swarm and flash before my eyes.
Beside me, my cat, a quiet sage,
Absorbing life without a wage.

Humidity wanes as evening falls,
I ponder what the kitchen calls.
“Shall I cook or seek a quick delight?
Avoid the heat, embrace the night?”

How lovely it must be to be
A pet, with meals provided free.
Only giving love, those “motorboat” purrs,
A life of ease, amidst the stir.

The screen glows bright, a familiar sight,
Yet in its glow, there’s little light.
Replaying moments, over again,
Can joy be found in the mundane?

I watch the air conditioner hum,
Working hard, day after day, it’s come.
To shield us from the flames that rise,
I wonder, if it spoke, what wisdom lies?

Who knows the thoughts of one that cools,
Amidst the heat, a silent jewel.
A life like this, a curious blend—
In purrs and sighs, perhaps we mend.

I am down on my luck without a chip in hand.
Searching for answers in this shifting sand.
Settling troubles piece by piece,
Yearning for a way out, a moment of peace.

Hanging on pins, feeling the strain,
Sorting through categories, wrestling with pain.
Hope seems to fade, like shadows at dusk,
Gazing at my clock, as time builds rust.

Why must the hole be so deep and wide?
Why does the meter run out, no matter my stride?
Yet still, I cling to the flicker of light,
Holding on tight as I search for what’s right.

Dear Community,

I want to share something that has been troubling me: I don’t understand how people can be so cruel. If you’ve ever found yourself in a situation where your partner is unemployed, and you currently have no resources to help, it can be incredibly difficult. Both families may be struggling and arguing, making things even more complicated.

What do you do when you are dealing with health issues and rely on a government check that barely stretches to meet your needs? I acknowledge that there are scammers out there, and while some organizations can provide assistance, it’s hard to know whom to trust. My only intention is to find ways to help my family so that we can manage our needs.

However, it becomes challenging if you don’t know many people who would donate, or if your family is limited in their ability to help you out of your current situation. The pressure is on you to either find a job, whether it’s outside the home or a work-from-home opportunity.

The big hurdle I face is logistics. If you lack a car and live in an area without public transportation, or you can’t rely on family to help you commute to a job, it makes finding work especially difficult. Many employers insist on reliable transportation, which can feel incredibly frustrating.

When you seek help or support, people often respond with questions like, “Do you really need help?” or “What for?” If you do find an organization that claims to help, they might ask for a processing fee just to access the funds they promise to provide.

So, I ask you, what do you do when you feel at your wits’ end? Who can you turn to, especially when you run out of essential supplies, like your medication?

In slumber’s sound upon the table,
My guardians watch, ever stable.
A magical screen, their silent gaze,
While nourishment fills the bowl in a haze.
With a velcro tongue, I reach for the drink,
In this cozy realm, my thoughts drift and sink.
My language spills forth, a chorus of tunes,
Echoing gently beneath the bright moons.
Through my kingdom, I wander with grace,
Leaving behind whispers of where I embrace.
Clues trace my journey, scattered with care,
In the heart of my haven, my spirit laid bare.
Travelers gather, tales to share,
While I stake my claim with flair in the air.
In this enchanted space, I’m never alone,
For in my domain, every corner is home.

As I walk along the horizon the beaker boils with drips. Tensions fly to the surface when the well has finally dried up. As the routine stays the same can’t the clock move forward faster? Struggling without the help and holding on by a thread of patience, even though the patience is running thin. As the breeze slides through the pattern never changes.

Dear Unsealers,

It’s the 20th of June.

In the Northern Hemisphere, today is the longest day of the year. And in the Southern Hemisphere, it’s the shortest day.

Though the exact moment where the earth’s rays are closest to the sun isn’t scheduled until 10:42PM tonight, it feels right to still welcome in the new season.

Ninety-four days are ahead under sunshine, blue skies and warm weather. Here’s to sea breezes, golden hour sunsets and moments spent in good company. The days will go by just as fast as they’ve arrived.

This is my welcome to the new season ahead…

When day turns to night
The sun’s rays are closest to earth

A new season is upon us
The solstice, ushering in the summer

The longest day this year is here
First one, of ninety four to come

It’s a blank slate so far
With space, wide open for infinite possibility

A time of year where the world slows down
After a hibernating winter and blossoming spring

Soaking up the warmth, the days will go by fast
Looking ahead to Iberia in the fall

Summertime as a kid
was a beautiful time to be alive
Catching the sun rays amongst the face
while collecting the wrinkled water skin
from swimming all day
Running the hot pavement for a game
of tag or hide and seek
Bare feet walking amongst the cold
green grass eating the sweetest
popsicle treat
Melted juices rolling down
the little arms
Stomachs full of grilled meals and
intoxicated drinks
Laughter overflowing the atmosphere
Neighbors coming together
for a game or two of cards
Children invading the streets
with their bicycles and skateboards
Summertime as a kid
was a beautiful time to be alive