The sidewalk looks so narrow from here
I feel like stopping every now and then
But then I would be standing in this one spot
I don’t want the miles I’ve walked go to waste
At least the path widens the further I move
Nothing is ever completely hopeless
And every once in a while paths merge
To remind me that I’m not walking alone
You walk through the crowd
Parting a colorful sea
And I can’t help but watch
The magic that unfolds
I was a stalker in distress
Until you became my target
Preying on you, I’m a hunter
Disguised in faux fur and pumps
Liquid courage slows my breath
Even heavier my body feels
And my focus has blurred
But I move in for the kill
You post next to the bar
A watering hole so inviting
I creep closer to you
And pounce with one hello.
Life is a struggle. No doubt.
But when things don’t go well,
And you feel like you’re 6 feet under,
Just look up.
A new perspective can change everything.
Until the heavens turn dark,
And the world falls apart,
Blue skies keep hope in sight.
The most special woman in my life—my mommy. #throwbackthursday #nofilter (Taken with Instagram at Grandma’s House)
sitting at the front of the bus
wearing a plaid skirt past her knees
i cherish you
your kinky hair
dancing in all directions
creating a unique identity
i can never have
your dark skin
glowing like dark embers
exemplifying beauty with tone and luster
i can not obtain
your past life
fighting inequality with ferocity
talking of a future better than then’s now
i will never know.
No fake nails, and No fake hair.
I won’t impress only in my Sunday best.
I love myself more than to dress in lies.
Granted—Everyone wants to feel wanted.
And I learned to play the game TOO damn well.
No more coveting bigger breasts.
No more harboring past insecurities.
No more excusing my behavior,
and then blaming someone else.
I fix my hair when I feel like it.
And yes, it’s all mine.
I wear nothing at home cause I can.
And no, you’re not invited.
It’s my time for me and only me.
My time to shield myself from society,
Cause society wants too much for not enough.
I am supposed to be rich, but I am poor instead.
I am supposed to be educated, but I am smart on my own.
I am supposed to be sexy, but I am beautiful inside and out.
I am supposed to be what you want me to be,
but I am who I am just because that’s all I can be.
At Syd Field’s screenwriting workshop… Trying to get my “act” together in this packed room! #iworktowrite (Taken with instagram)
Little white shirt
Little blue jeans
Little dirty fingers
Covered in acrylic paint
Big yellow sky
Wide green ocean
Puffy white clouds
Spread across the canvas
Big brown eyes
Big pink cheeks
Untainted by you or me.
Celebrating New Year’s at the Chinese Man’s Theater (Taken with instagram)
Loneliness can build character. (Taken with instagram)
The mural on Fourth and Broadway in downtown LA… (Taken with instagram)