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I may be nothing but a stranger

June 17, 2017October 8, 2018

Dimples, deep as the oceans

June 17, 2017October 10, 2017

Rediscovery

April 11, 2017October 8, 2018

Don’t lift me up to drop me

March 21, 2017November 20, 2018

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I know your heart aches for him hun

I’ve always LOVED listening to spoken word. Some really amazing poets have made me cry my eyes out with their beautiful words and the way that they convey those emotions in spoken word. I have been shy my entire life and things that I am passionate about are things that I find difficult to be open and vulnerable in. I decided to start recording my poems starting from the first one I have posted here on my blog.

…A few days after losing my Grandma, I had a dream. I was being driven by someone on the backroad of somewhere. It was evening it seemed like. looked like a storm was coming but it wasn’t raining yet. I was thinking that I needed to find my Grandma because I knew she was leaving and I needed to see her before she left. I ended up catching her going in the opposite direction as I was on the road, and we flipped a U-turn and met up with my Grandma in some garage. We both got out of the car and hugged each other super tight. We were both crying and I was telling her

I let her sleep because I know ..

WHEN DEATH CAME KNOCKING

There are no words for me to express my emotions right now. I have now lost both of the women that held the largest part of my heart. My grandma helped raise me. She rocked me on her legs when I was sick. She snuck me cookies when I was watching tv. She walked me to the library and encouraged my love of books. She inspired my love of writing and journaling. We used to sing karaoke together back when karaoke was on VHS tapes too. She supported my passions, loved me through things she might not have agreed with. We always think we have more time… and this morning, I realized we didn’t. As I prayed for your peace and comfort, as I asked my mom to somehow give you comfort in this horrible time, to tell you I love you and miss you, to hug your soul and let you know that things will be okay, my heart broke. My only comfort is that you are happily reunited with grandpa now. With all your lost loved ones that you missed so dearly. Time will pass like a blink of an eye grandma. I will see you and grandpa and mommy again. We will be together again. But until then, I hope I make you proud. I hope I can create the life that you wished for us. I hope you know how deeply I love you.

Stumbled upon this poem/letter written by my mamas.

Love dancing with these wonderful energies ❤️

Happy birthday to my beautiful mother. ❤️🎂💔

To be able to experience this chapter of your life with you, is amazing ❤️

When the music starts

Travel 🧳 to different places

There comes a time in ones life when you realize it really is okay to truly LOVE yourself and the person you are. To OWN, your strengths and not shy away from them. To be happy and surround yourself with people that spread love along with you.

POT PIES REMIND ME OF MY MOTHER

He bulldozed his way through life

THE UNIVERSE IS AN IMPLACABLE THING

A few months ago, I started a book club, on FB called NEVER SILENCE THE MAD READER. As I was reading this particular book, our first book of the club, I realized it had so many large words that I had to look up. This was a very discouraging realization because in high school, I had so much pride in myself for being an avid reader. As an adult, I didn’t get the chance to read as much, but I didn’t think my vocabulary was as limited as it was. By the end of the first book, I chalked it up to the book itself. I mean, it was called “Special Topics in Calamity physics”, what else was I going to expect?

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