I long for sleep but it’s not a fan of me,
I never drift too deep, and it doesn’t come easily.
And though my bed is far from cold,
my restless head is searching for gold;
wish I could accept silver gracefully.

Oh tired eyes; you’ve gotten so heavy
and the sired lies is the shoe maker levy.
I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
to keep me warm and displace me.

The midnight sky threw on it’s best set of stars,
and yet here am I looking for Jupiter and Mars.
I start watching two satellites dance,
like in the past with you and I in some type of trance,
always in each others orbit but too fast, too far.

Oh tired eyes; you’ve gotten so heavy
and the sired lies is the shoe maker levy.
I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
to keep me warm and displace me.
Oh tired eyes; you’ve gotten so heavy
it’s no surprise when comes the shoemaker levy.
I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
none left to mourn, or to replace me.

The moon gave me such a passionate kiss
that turned from open handed to a closed fist.
Still I gave it my gratitude that the very least it wasn’t rude,
it always kept on shining even in the mist.

The midnight sky threw on it’s best set of stars,
left me reading between the lines and trapped between the bars.
Take oath with a cosmic creed, a praise I’d give anything to sing,
I’ll follow if you would lead me to Saturn’s ring.

Oh tired eyes; you’ve gotten so heavy
and the sired lies is the shoe maker levy.
I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
to keep me warm and displace me.
Waiting for gravity to come  hold me down
don’t be mad at me if I can’t stay around.
The perfect home the shoe maker levy found,
thank god it wasn’t on our ground or within our town.
Sometimes I travel just like sound,
but to the sky I’m bound.

I hope for a solar storm to embrace me
none left to mourn, or to replace me.

At the end of a path where no voices reside,
I walked where the dusk and the silence collide.
A flicker of light called soft from afar,
Like death in the shape of a delicate star.

I followed the gleam with no map in hand,
Each step was a whisper, each breath was unplanned.
Carved in my skin were questions I hide,
Written in scars that I wear from inside.

I dug through the dust in the cracks of my chest,
Hoping to find where the aching could rest.
I tasted the rope, the cliff, and the sea,
Each one a door that might set me free.

There’s a hallway ajar but it leads to no place,
An echo that weeps in the shape of my face.
The sky doesn't answer, the moon only stares,
As I try to dissolve in the weight of my prayers.

This isn't a plea, nor a scream for the light,
Just the rhythm of lungs forgetting to fight.
And maybe, one night, I'll quietly learn—
How to leave without leaving, how to never return.

The light of the righteous
Fell upon the multitude
Gathered glad
The Pearly Gates
Swung open
In walked Dad.



To Jimmy with all my love.

…  my heart is made of birds
                      chirping …………   it’s about time,
for the raven to leave,

sunrise on cotton leaves …..
                               singing in the dew shower,
                                                        It’s about time
For the raven to leave,

…. a full forest singing just for me,
                                                     IT’ S ABOUT TIME
For the R-A-V-E-N to leave

I know the truth. I understand it all now. You've been like this from the very start.
I will never understand how you could be surrounded by love and care and still pick apart the flaws and make that your reality instead—but I guess that happens when you're a full-blown narcissist.

Your whole life, you've had chance after chance to change, to look inward, to finally heal from or live with your faulty wiring. But every single time, you chose not to.
I never had much of a childhood because of that. And before you bring up the “luxuries” I had, just stop. I never needed those things. I needed love. I needed safety. I needed a mom.

Your selfishness didn’t just hurt me. It tore into everyone around you. Look at it—really look.
You ruined every chance we had at a real relationship. You even stole the closure we should have had. And for what? To feed your ego a little longer?

Now it’s my turn.
I’m going to be a mother myself soon—and you will never know your grandchild.
Best part is, you’ll live with that. With whatever’s left of that methed-up brain of yours, you’ll watch me become everything you never were.
You failed—at being a daughter, a friend, a wife, a mother. You failed even harder at making me your clone.

I am nothing like you, and I will NEVER be anything like you.
Now, rot in the misery you’ve chosen over and over again—and know it is your only friend.

"I had a dream someone took you away from me"
"I had a dream that a family member died"

It's intriguing where our dreams take us, sometimes it's adventure, sometimes it's our worst fears.
A glimpse into the deepest part of you, the part no one can ever see.

What's truly behind it, I wonder...

Science says they are a series of thoughts, images, sensations. Research suggests that they are essential to the mind's ability to process, problem solve, and consolidate memory.

Some people believe it is simply a playground for your consciousness, the subconscious creating the slides. Keeping our conscious occupied while our bodies rest.

Others believe it's a connection to the great beyond. The infinite stream of knowledge, data, particles... Our ties never severed from our origin.

Either way, dreams are still a mystery to this very day, no one has yet to pinpoint what they truly are. Maybe one day we will know the answers. Maybe we were never meant to truly know...

I was trapped in a cycle of abuse at one point in time.
I didn't see it for years as I grew, but then something snapped.

Call it destiny,
Call it the right time and the right place,
Call it having my mind open to change,
Call it whatever you want.

Either way, I saw what I was doing, not only to the ones I love, but also to myself

I noticed now I'm so used to the abuse, I take a minute to compute when I'm met with my lover simply just talking to me.

The comfort in their soft embrace feels like no other. The deep affection and freedom has become like a soft blanket

I was told marriage is a chore,
It's something that you're forced to do and the spark will die
But who made it that way?

I can't help but feel like our love, our spark will never die, I suppose time will tell, but I can tell there's something completely different now and I never wish to return to the old in physical space.

If you feel lost, confused, or afraid, maybe I can help, maybe I can't. Hopefully I can at least help by continuing writing. I'm not sure what the future holds for me, but my life feels okay right now and I treasure this moment.

For I don't know how long it will last,
Nor do I know if it is truly real
All we have is now
I just wish I saw it sooner