Spilled Beans

Don’t cry over spilled beans.
Some secrets don’t make it
to the grave. By all means,
secrets get caught between
a rock and a hard place:
a happy and a sad face.
It’s one thing to give it away.
It’s another to never say.
One day, no one will care
for the beans we spilled.
Don’t cry over spilled beans.
Fear no judgment. Live on.
The spilled beans are gone
as our spirits grow strong.

Crystal Ball

I looked in the crystal ball.
I saw my birth, rise, fall,
and death. I saw my life
with its darkness and light.
I saw roots. I saw my family
tree growing tall and strong.
I saw me as a child, exploring
unknowns, with an innocence
only children know and show.
I saw my future. I saw better
days. From an ariel view,
I saw the choices I made
and trees throwing shade.
I saw everyday as a game.
I was the star player showing
no fear: grinning ear to ear.
In the crystal ball, I saw
me at the top of a mountain.
I saw that I found a fountain
of youth. It’s the damn truth.
I saw it all in my crystal ball.
I know what I saw, and I saw
what I know. I saw my life
unfold. I saw me grow old.
In the crystal ball, I saw me
write deep into the night.

Carried Away

Today, I got carried away.
Instead of work, I play.
Sometimes I forget to live
without stress. The older
I get, the shorter the days.
Today, I got carried away
from what I was doing.
Half the time, I don’t know
which direction to go.
The other half of the time,
I don’t know if I should
go outside or stay in
and hide. These long legs
carry me away. One point
to the next. Feeling blessed
in my chest, I hold my head
high. I look to the sky. I see
wings carry birds away.
I feel the wind chill my skin.
I can count on my days
getting carried away.
My mind might stray, yet
my body will stay. Blue
skies littered with birds
help me find the words
needed to carry me away.
I look ahead and know that
one day, blues fade to black.

Down the Road

I see flowers growing
down the road. I see
them shooting through
the concrete. Under
my feet isn’t a street;
it’s a dirt road only
the roughest feet know.
I hear birds chirping
down the road. I see
the sun shoot rays
down the road. Now,
I stay in place, as I
take up space. I see
what could possibly be
in front of me. Down
the road is where I’ll go.

Growing Pains (Poetry Book)

Hello! I know it has been about 5ish months since my last poetry book release. I have been writing still, but with school starting back up, I had to put on my teaching pants. I found some time to upload my most recent project called Growing Pains. Really, each chapbook explores a period in my life and closely follows a general, universal theme. Growing up is hard and the pain that follows can sometimes be unbearable. The reality is that we all have to grow up – but it doesn’t always have to be painful. There is hope, control, and clarity that comes with growing older. It can be painful, but beautiful as well. This poetry collection explores the human condition and ever-changing principles of life. Enjoy! Thank you for your interest and enjoy my latest bunch of poems!

Growing Pains

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Growing Pains (Poetry Book)

Growing up is hard and the pain that follows can sometimes be unbearable. The reality is that we all have to grow up – but it doesn’t always have to be painful. There is hope, control, and clarity that comes with growing older. It can be painful, but beautiful as well. This poetry collection explores the human condition and ever-changing principles of life.

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