Finding yourself and regaining your power is one of the most uplifting and triumphant experiences one can go through. It is not easy, but once you are there, you will never do anything to jeopardize your redemption.
I can’t sleep. Night demons scratching at my back once again; Taunting me. Even when I close my eyes, they don’t get the message that they’re not welcome. Unwanted, uninvited pests, lurking through my thoughts, flipping through my conscious, reading aloud the crumbled up and tossed out pages of my life. annunciating each and EVERYContinue reading “Night Demons”
There is something about water. The ocean, the waves, the sound, the sway, the ebb, and flow. It goes every which way because it can and there’s nothing anybody can do about it either. Its freedom. Water is Freedom.
He was exposed; already naked. He told me it was my turn to strip. I hesitated, then loosened my shoulders, removing the weight of the world. He told me to keep going. So, I slowly turned around as my insecurities fell to the floor. He told me to keep going. So, I walked toward him,Continue reading “S T R I P”
I had a weird moment while looking at myself in the mirror. I have been looking at the same face for as long as I can remember. I have the same smile, the same light in my eyes; it’s a little bizarre. You see, I thought when we age, or at least when a decadeContinue reading “Aging: Is it a Look or a Feeling?”
I don’t know how to be open anymore. I would like to be, but spiritually, it’s exhausting. I’ve done it already, and it turned out to be a waste of my time. The thought of tapping into the parts of me that made me who I am and explaining its relevancy appears to be redundantlyContinue reading “The Fury Beneath the Sane Surface”
I wrote this essay in July of 2015 while attending Chabot College. It amazes me to see how far technology has come since then versus now.
This piece I wrote was featured in Reclamation Magazine
I dont want perfection Show me the scratches, bruises, and broken pieces of what use to be something whole Show me the defects, faded scars, stitches, deep cuts; I want to see it all. Tell me the pain below the surface, the things that haunt your soul, the demons that violently tap on your shoulderContinue reading “…And I’ll Show and Tell You Mine”