I was already halfway up the mountain when I briefly thought about turning back in my head that made no sense. I was already here on the mountain. I quickly and confidently checked my bag for my throwing knives and figured that I would be alright. I was already in the middle of doing something that I wanted to do, and I was going to finish it anyway.
#OctPoWriMo: Oct 24 – 31
The First Memory
The memory fades away with every breath breathed in its direction. The very act of recalling the memory destroys it piece by piece as though my mind attempts to chisel itself away. However, instead of an uncovered work of art from polished marble, I’m left with the rough sections of jagged rock lying in ruins.
What’s Woven Into The Fog
The Breath of Summer
Under the Twirling Strobe Lights
I looked around the dance floor at the wildly flailing 20-somethings vibrantly moving and singing to the Katy Perry song that was blaring through the nearby speakers. High heels had already been thrown alongside the venue’s walls where flowers and table decorations had fell during the enthusiastic celebration. Among the faces of young adults spotlighted [...]
“J” is for Junk
A loud crash of boxes startles me and my heart skips a beat. I notice that the alarming sound has come from the closet that I used while I was in high school. No really one goes into my old room unless I’m visiting my friends and family in Bakersfield, so I’m curious to see [...]
“I Can’t Stay Present” A Poem About A Wandering Dream
I can’t stay present in one reality. Zoning out and tuning in; Shifting thoughts and gazing off Into distant memories that populate my day dreams And take up huge amounts of space in my mind. The drifting moments take me off Into other worlds and different realities Where the warping of stars and beautiful Swirling [...]