Episode 6: It’s Soup Season and All Its Goodness

Soup, yummy goodness, can definitely warm the soul. My love for Jamaican soups is out of this world. I love the variety and obviously all the meat. Join me as I gush about soups and my new favorite tea recipe. Super sorry about not posting as much, currently going through a difficult time and will…

Crafted: Neither Bitter Nor Bold

In her hands and far from the eyes of mere mortal men  She crafts a friend  To begin again  Eyes of Jasper to see what the soul hides Ears of elm to listen to the wind  Lips of Sapphire, harsh words do not fade fast  A heart of silver, neither pure nor bitter  Legs of…

Only Silence

I wish to drift away  To float in the uncertainty of my state                          Yet there is only silence

A Review of Dark Matter By Blake Crouch

Before I begin, I want to let you know that this is not a common thing. I don’t write reviews of books because I am a book blogger or want to be, I write because I find it exciting and as a goal to read a lot more books going forward in my life; I…

Between The Cracks Of My Mask

My mask, just like the others Has cracks in the cheekbones and odd places Just below the temple And across the brow You might wander Up and down a hall In and out of rooms long forgotten Before you notice these cracks They take a moment or two To see that not all masks are…

These Empty Pages Feel No Pain

I look at empty pages  where the words should be  They gnaw at my being I can not write these feelings down  I can not face them  I am weak Do the strong wither with pages full of words Do they stand and face the wind  Do they scream at their fears I do not…

This Constant Place of Motion

The words pass me by  Zooming into the night  Careless about their flight for freedom  My insides shiver  Rambling words leave my tongue  How did I become so undone? A sudden fear takes over And I am alone again  Then it’s the anger  A rage swells within me  Like a river that has grown too…

The Frailty Of Large Ideals

For me the world is built on big ideas Large ideals, like kindness and somber thoughts Mournful visions of the past  Mindful planning of the future For a world so large, yet so small I weep, like a child that has just lost its mother without understanding the gravity of lost  I weep, face strained…

My Friends Are Finding New Places

The other day as I wandered out loud  “My friends are finding new places to call their own.” The misery of being alone set in  In those new places are new faces Jokes that I may never hear  Stories of childhoods I thought were meant for me My friends are finding new places  In which…

Deep Valley, Strong with Delight

The owls do no know you  So look away, they come ever speedily  The stars do not see you  They are blinded by a wish that bears no fruit On valley deep within  Can you be my refuge  Can you hold my sin  Let me cower here In the folds of your embrace  Let my…