• Poems,  Short Stories

    Impulse

    I do this impulse thing all the time Just standing right there, moping One minute normal The next, insane One minute guarded The next, let loose One minute demure The next, wild One minute introverted The next, the circus clown   I do this impulse thing where I don’t even know it’s me Just sitting there thinking; If I suddenly got on my chair and started doing the funky chicken, Would they think me mad or join in? If I got up and started giving a pep talk, Would they listen or give me the eye? If I suddenly started crying loudly, Would they run to me or chuckle beneath…

  • Poems,  Short Stories

    Then.

    Come, nigh unto me Let’s take a walk down the path Our fingers interlocked Looking to the clear grey sky Breathe, the scent that can only be mine Your nose nuzzling my neck As I watch the stars light up the sky Sit, in the warmth of the sand with me Crooning old tunes Arguing on the lyrics Laughing till our bellies hurt Let’s run across the road carelessly Angry blaring horns screaming out sanity We’re unafraid to die Holding on to life We’ll write a story together Filled with our dreams and aspirations We’ll draw them on the sand And watch the wind blow them away Let’s trade our…

  • Poems,  Short Stories

    Wild Hearts

    Pause. Breathe. Sit. Take it in. Breathe again. Break. Cry. It heals the soul. Be detached. Find closure. Search frantically. Fake a smile. Watch them pass by. Hold it together. Wild hearts can’t be broken.