I still have dreams of the blue waves I once called my proximity. My ears ring with the buzzing of young minds passing time on Central Avenue. My fingers trace the fabric of the church chairs as I pray on my knees. These hips begin to ache at the squeeze of swings, breathing in air…
Tag: nostalgia
Metamorphic Stone
The space between our fingers grow. Two hands loosening grip, Drifting to new beginnings. Even in the distance your Eyes remain clear. At least in my mind. I hold on, Though our palms no longer touch. My heart’s compass starts to spin. Craving a love In the shape of a cross. I must focus…
Oh yet again
Finding old gems, flipping through old memories. ————–+———-+————- This feeling Exploding notion Somehow slips down my shirt Slick and warm Slow yet consistent Wrapping its being Around my chest Once again All too familiar Fingerprints retraced Nervous and excited Yet slightly unforgiving Old memories on repeat Images of bliss Carefree and enticing Tasteful to this…
My Bittersweet Melody
The fear and shame to express one’s intimate emotions hinders one of the greatest and most honest quality of living. It divides an individual from their true self and separates them from the people they love and environment surrounding them. Life is beautiful, but there are segments that are almost impossible to accept or tolerate. God has helped me on this…