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

draft-2/24/16 i'm the crazy one- don't judge me for who i was when you up and left and i had to learn to just survive.  you weren't there to see me cradling myself on the floor begging god for you to come home as tears flowed down my face. i'm the crazy one- don't judge … Continue reading i’m the crazy one