We come to this place to die
Where crows live on borrowed time
And jack Daniel’s is on speed dial
We live just beyond the mountains
And the way doesn’t get any easier
We press by gardens
And sift flowers for our hair
“I’m scared to take off my shirt in public. I’m scared someone might recognize the scar.”- AIDS 2008
I use to think that way
MY LONG…read more

In our fast-paced lives, we often overlook the significance of simplicity. It is the mundane moments that truly nourish our souls. The warmth of a morning coffee, a genuine smile from a stranger, or the melody of birds outside our window. Such simple nuances have the power to brighten our days and connect us to humanity. Amidst chaos, let us…read more

Black sheep
Don’t you know you are exquisite?
Black sheep
(Don’t you see)
you are valued beyond mere measure?
(Black sheep)
You are like treasures yet to be found
(Black sheep)
I perceive you in your genuine form
(Black sheep)

(Why can’t you shine)
Black sheep

you were summoned forth to thrive
can’t you recognize your radianc…read more

I was cold, alone and afraid… I managed to survive winters. I survived rain. I survived torment. My bloom now reaches the sun and my leaves are revived and outstretched… screaming, thank you! For nothing is by chance. Nothing. You didn’t know who I would become. Yet you covered me, nonetheless. Thank you for putting dirt on my name-Orchid

The Unsealed is where i come to scrapbook thoughts. My way of clearing the mind as a writer. A poetic journalist. A healer. Nothing is more magical than words that come alive…..that dance, that sings. My truth. my trumpet. my understanding.
This is how a Poet’s mind works. It never shuts off. It’s always communicating with God. When we feel…read more

You can follow the stars
draw lines in the sand
But still we drift
When we ignore the intutiveness of our HEARTS
Maps falter
but the compass of the heart will never fail you
There’s a beat you can trust
A rhythm that has always been unique to you alone
What the mind constructs, reason draws
And you are that reason, my love
You alone are that p…read more

There’s a part that won’t let me cry
A part of me that’s says: it’s over now
The part of me that has forgiven
The part of me that has regained
The part of that has decided to love
even Still

I choose love, even when it hurts,
In the wreckage of grief, it builds anew,
A tender thread weaving through my scars, resilience blooms in the…read more

You smile, but silence speaks within,
a yearning vast, a quiet spin.
Your laughter rings, yet shadows grow,
a hidden ache no one may know.

Eyes bright as stars, yet far they gaze,
through layers thick, a woven haze.
The world can’t see what’s left behind,
the quiet storms within your mind.

Each word a stone you dare not thr…read more

Loneliness.
Some would never admit to it
But I could be in the room with a million people and still be alone.
I stopped going to “family” functions in my teens…the isolation taught me how to celebrate myself. But even that has a time and place. When another human being recognizes you—you feel alive but truth Is a part of me has been dead for a v…read more