my ever growing garden

i don’t know who you thought i was

but sadly you are mistaken.

take your dirt from my palms

and create weeds in your own garden.

i am planted firmly in my dwelling

even if some days i weep and let the wind tear the leafs from my stems.

sure enough, my bark is striped with lessons from childhood

and red stained adolescents.

the sky licks and grooms my budding flowers

and sends them winds of relief from the overbearing heat at noon



you are not allowed into this sacred place.

your thorns and bent knees that only praise glory and never pain

could never understand the spines of my past that have twisted and turned

to form the heart shaped petals that have wilted

and grown,

wilted and


wilted and grown

and remained.


growing pains

the flower bent

beneath the wind and tears

fell from its stem,

it didn’t know it then

but those silver drops were

what lifted its spine

and stretched its yellow palms

to the sky.

I Can Hear The Echo.

A touch,

A smile,

A glance.

All internalized into my little head.

It’s not like I’m desperate to hold you,

To be held by you.

But it’s cold in here and I’ve been here alone for quite some time.

I can’t call this love,

It isn’t even infatuation.

It’s pure attraction.

Your eyes and your hair that falls to your neck, sweeping past your ears.

I have a lot of time to stare and think but the more I look, the more I can’t breathe.

It’s the passion that’s enticing.

The moment where our eyes meet and I’m carried back to safety.

I’m safe in my house but,

I’ve been here alone for quite some time.

He spread her wings and now she flies 

her pained expression smoothed out and the wrinkles under her heavy eyes were erased. the heaviness of her steps grew light and wings were attached to her once aching back. the dark spiny road she’d been traveling on came to a sudden halt and there she stood in front of a door. as grand as one could imagine. she went to go open it but before she could, it opened up for her, an illuminating light suddenly glistening all over her body. like a hot flame casting a mighty glow over her. she walked into what seemed to be the unknown. and her wings began to spread and she began to cry, because she knew it. she was finally going home.

Hypnotized By A Stranger

I’ve looked at you a million times by now and somehow I still find something worth gazing at. You stand with your head slightly to the sky and my eyes follow to the heavens you must be equally stunned by. I can’t see your eyes from where I’m standing but I imagine them to be something like a tossing ocean. Unsettling but hypnotizing, sending anyone who looks upon them into a deep, deep sleep. Your hair, a swirl of brown and, is that orange? Yet another thing I have discovered about you. My oh my, you’ve got my head in the sea.


The birds make their homes

the birds make it so easy, escaping with the wind. they fly until it’s another day and there’s nothing to it.

they slip down only to soar right back up and there they meet their next adventure. they have the whole world laid out in front of them. a vastness of seas and a hunk of land and they keep going.

i bet they’ve seen the pieces left untouched and breathed the air of the unimagined. day to day, they’re somewhere new and all they have to do is watch.

watch the sunrise peak out from the horizon.

watch the moon peer from beneath the clouds.

watch the waves crash onto the shore and recede back into the abyss.

they’re everywhere and no where to be found. they get lost but are somehow spotted again as i watch them swim through the eternal sky. they’re so high. reaching near to the stars that are so far away it’s amazing they even shine.

and the birds get to create their own lives, their internal compass propels them on a journey. they make their own homes in the overwhelming space of this earth. they struggle with nothing but the moon and the sun and the stars.

they dip into the trees and shake hands with the dirt of the earth. they are fearless and leave their destinations in the hands of the calling wind.