selfishly creating

one day i stopped creating, because i was creating for other people. the day i stepped out to try again is the day i started creating for myself. the words flow, and- writing heals me.

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innocence

 a gentle figure tip toes around our room as to not disturb me when i sleep. but you often forget that i am a deep sleeper, and i want to remind you that it is okay to be selfish. stuffed animals are scattered on your bed and dried flowers are still placed in the vase […]

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lavender walls

the lavender walls envelop me and my soft white comforter is a blank canvas where all of my thoughts lay to rest. my head hits the pillow and i am asleep- dreaming of far fetched ideas and realities that only are true in my own existence. in the purple room there is a mirror that […]

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singing in the shower

i ripped page after page out of my journal. some of them were filled with words that scattered the surface of the paper, falling into a puzzle only I had the last piece to. others were blank, awaiting my pen to scribble lines of hidden lyrics that i hoped had a deeper meaning as i addressed […]

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i didn’t always like my coffee black

i cradle my cup of black coffee in the morning, wrapped up in my cocoon, and gaze out my bedroom window while i watch life pass me by on west alameda. i didn’t always like my coffee black. my friend claire drank coffee as dark as an ill lit country road on chilly, gloomy, mornings at summer camp. […]

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unfinished italian poems

i spent ten days in italy for a band tour. i got to play music, talk about Jesus, and apparently, find a new reason to write. these are unfinished thoughts that crossed my mind while i was away. begin again “wandering where no one knows my name. above the clouds i am but a dot […]

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jet lag and writer’s block

as i lay in bed, tired from jet lag, i think of why i can’t write. do you see what i did there? in case you didn’t know, i don’t usually rhyme. my words and thoughts don’t mesh, but are a humble and jumble of chaos that is in my head. i try to write, […]

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for my future lover

sometimes when i think about it, it’s just you and me. walking on the sidewalk, about a foot apart. i see us from behind, slowly but surely striding towards our destination. both of our hands reach to the middle and collide with each other’s in an awkward embrace that we try and play off as […]

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