Accepting You

One of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever withheld, was a time where I saw nothing at all. The blackness had enveloped me in its familiar hold and I noticed I no longer cringed at its touch. The beauty of sunrise showered through an open window and my eyes unfolded unto the mesmerizing luminosity. Realizing…

A Recipe for Love

I’ve always dreamed of loving someone who would also love me back. I’ve often wondered how it’d feel to rise triumphant and without ado, if every fiber of my being could be eased by the sight of another. I often wonder if the fear within my heart would cease just by trusting someone’s words. I…

A Talk With Rain

-February 14th, five years ago, my Great-Grandmother passed away. The following tale is a recollection of a day after she went.-  A tear dribbled down my pale skin as I stared outside the translucent substance, hardly breathing. The smooth glass cooled my touch and I could see my reflected self gazing vigilantly back at me….

A Home For All

My skin is like the beige sand On the Pacific shore My eyes are like the umber trunks Of the Redwoods My smile is like the white threaded stars On the American Flag   But what I appear as Is not as powerful Than the meaning I give To a life established By those before…

Teardrops in the Rain

The bitter wind nipped at my flushed cheeks. I could feel my skin paling from the exposure to the winter air whilst my body trembled at the sight of the varying hues of gray that hung above me. My hair whipped across my face— locks of mahogany silk temporarily blinded me as if the air…

The Strength Article

The waves collided and crashed in the distance. I rested on the bed of sand, sinking into the beige grains every instance I regretted to think. High above and some ways back, mountainous ridges held tourists scouting the land. Like adventurers in a new realm, they ogled at the sights and captured images of what…

The Balcony People

August 2016- Puerto Vallarta, Mexico The stars have been obscured by clouds and the moon is but a crescent form trying to break through the sky’s shadows. The music begins slowly, thrumming delightfully throughout the palace. The towering white castle glows with a surreal sharpness against the navy-shaded heavens. Balconies line every room in the…

Miracle on a Starry Night

Inspired by one of my favorite paintings by Vincent Van Gogh, A Miracle on a Starry Night is a short-story I’ve written derived from my love of Christmas and the classic holiday film “It’s a Wonderful Life.” I sat atop the hill, gazing at a night of infinite depth. The moon hung half-dressed as a brilliant golden crescent…

If You Were Everything I Hoped You’d Be

If you were who you should have been My mind would be kinder And I wouldn’t feel so lost My tears would cease to spill And my smile would be genuine Instead of a half-hearted twist of lips   If you were as you should have been My heart would be fulfilled My eyes would…

Failure’s Toll

“We regret to inform you that your piece will not be accepted for publication.” My eyes saw the remainder of the text but my mind did nothing to configure the combinations of words and punctuations. I slammed my laptop shut and folded my knees to my chest, just sitting their in absolute silence. But it…