maybe whoever he is will write my name in his heart making space there where he thought he had no room for perhaps he will sing a song - one that he'd been humming but could never figure out maybe it won't hurt so when i'm all alone thinking of you nights we drove chasing … Continue reading

You are a tree and I a bird Your branches were inviting your leaves plenty So I came and sat resting for a bit This old bird loves a good story And your ancient branches had plenty to tell So I listened and as I listened I made a nest. Using your bark, your leaves, … Continue reading A bird and a Tree

I miss... something I shouldn't say so I don't. Instead I find time to carve out time for myself. Taking rides to the beach finding hidden gardens. Learn to go with the waves rather than fighting back. I stare up at the sky looking for any visible sign. Pushing back waves of things I want … Continue reading

East coast West coast Eventually it all blends together You'll move on I'll find myself And I fear... it'll be too late

I can't say what you want to hear I can't say, just to say. is my heart cold? does it still beat the same as before? denied... denied... denied... has my heart turned to sand? was it once as the shells? I collect from the sea it was once home. it was once safety. have … Continue reading april 3, 2018

I've lost myself somewhere out on I80 and somewhere in between. From who I was then and who I am now. Falling and building and rebuilding You say "story of my life" well this, this is the story of mine Gaining purpose to having purpose A smile in my eye Light on my lips Knowing … Continue reading Ambitions of love

I crawl into the cold sheets with my red heated cheeks The wine warming throughout my body I pray to a god I'm not sure I still believe in Trying to makes sense of why he left and your here Letting go of my insecurities of how you still love her Yet I'm laying next … Continue reading November Wine

The store front has a bright cheerfull yellow door and beautiful yellow painted woodworking along the front.  The cafe chose me or perhaps I chose it in a time when I needed extra cheering up, in a time I needed hope and goodness. The cafe took me in, shaped me gave me new life.  I … Continue reading The yellow cafe. 

I will be following along with Ann Dee Ellis's writing promts. They are 8 minute memoir prompts to help get you writing, thinking about what you yourself remembers.  Day 1- I remember as a little girl always wanting as much time as I could get with my mom.  When she went to the grocery store I went, … Continue reading Day 1 promt 

Numbers I don't reconginze, Always late at night Sumioning me to their midnight chambers I don't recall their names or faces Deleating their numbers one by one. -Jessicaraye