My Dreams

Last night I dreamt about someone I haven’t spoken to in a long while.

This morning. She texts me. And it just hit me, like it does every time this happens. I just dreamt of her last night.

This has happened countless of times over the years.

I don’t know what to call it.

I will probably check it out on google.

I am convinced it is not coincidence because they are usually people i rarely speak to or think of. then they just happen to call me or i see them right after i dream of them.

Hmmm…… Kinda scary though.

Maybe I should learn to  trust my instincts more



It’s me again

Lord i ask you again to help me put you first before anyone else in my life. You have blessed me beyond my imaginations with so many things i have asked of you for so long now and at a time when i feel least closest to you. At a time when i feel disconnected from you at a time i feel least worthy of your love . The blessings make me afraid but i remember that your love is not conditional that your love is redeeming that your love is beyond what we can see or understand. I do not take it for granted Lord
I bless your holy name for opening ypur showers of blessings upon my life. For the single graces you grant every minute . For every breathe that i take i give you praise.

My prayer is that i walk in your light always . That i will serve you with my life, praise you with my life. Let me show people your love with my life

Everything that I want

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Everything that I want

That’s what you are

I would love you like you’ve never been loved before if you let me

I would be your woman, your every thing

The one you talk to last thing at night and first thing in the morning

I would let you hang with your friends and play your PS4

I would watch football because of you

I love your eyes

Your grey beard and the way that you walk

I like that you are gentle, kind and considerate

I like that you are a gentleman to the core

And not ashamed to be so

I like that you love honesty just like I do

I love that you read even more than I do

I love that you like your solitude and quiet sometimes

I love the way you kiss me

I love the way that you hugged me yesterday and didn’t want to let go.

You are

Everything that I want .

That Night

The writer died with you, that night the storm brewed so hard in your face, it slammed me straight to the ground.

The writer died with you, that night you slapped me in the face when you said this love thing isn’t meant for you.

The writer died with you that night you let the darkness eat you up and you turned your back on me and left me out in the cold, banging and begging to let me back in.

The writer died with you when you threw my love back in my face and turned to the dead woman and grieved for her.

The lover in me died that night when you pried my hands away from yours and placed it in another man’s.

The lover died that night I gave you my heart, ripe, full and heavy with love and you drained it all into a basket and gave me back the shriveled remains.

The writer, the lover and  the muse died that dark and stormy night…

With you


Out Again



Okay, so I have been beating myself up about how much of a fool I was. Thinking how could I have fallen for all the things that you did and said.

In my opinion, I have been expending too much energy hating you and dragging up every not so good memory of the brief time I had with you.

Here I am today, sitting in a strange town, miles away from home and I run into your AVI on twitter. Yea I know what you are thinking, there is no running into anyone’s AVI

Okay so I deliberately clicked on and enlarged your picture, staring at that smile. And then I ask myself, why  I am expending so much energy on hating you and trying to paint you black in my mind. (I actually know why, mind you)Might just be easier to relax and allow myself the luxury of missing you. Yea almighty, proud, stubborn me is admitting this even to myself.

As much as you were an ass in the end, I miss you.

I miss you now

I tell myself, Girl! Cut yourself some slack, you are human after all.

All that talk of ice in your heart is a farce. Let it up, let it out now. It’s okay to sometimes miss him.

After all you fell in love with him, after all he connected with your “sapio”. After all you thought you had met that person that finally gets you.

It all felt like a fairytale with just enough reality to make it okay. Just enough imperfection to make you relax on those flurry feelings. Just enough drama to want to fight for it. just enough sympathy to make you want to sacrifice for it.

It is okay to miss him because after all you were able to let down your guard for once and be you.

Girl it’s okay to miss the man that created those butterflies in your stomach.

Miss him Girl, Miss him.

This holding back has taken too much away from you already. It has left you empty, hard and void of emotions.

It’s time to let the incurable romantic out again.



Too tired to give a title

I simply cannot write

Been writing snippets and tossing them aside right in the middle of it for a while now

I have a lot of ideas to write about in my head

But there simply is no fire

And when I can’t feel that fire anything I write simply won’t cut it

I am not sure why this is happening

The only thing I know is

That incurable romantic seems to be dying

I am just listless

I cannot feel anything anymore

Maybe it’s still all in there

Waiting to pop out one day

But right now it’s all quiet in there

It’s all empty

All those things that seem to matter to me don’t mean nothing now

I am simply indifferent

It just feels like nothing can shock me anymore

Maybe one day soon something will ignite that fire again

Make me what to write again

Maybe tomorrow I will visit those drafts and find them worthy enough to share

But today I am just indifferent really

I simply do not care






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I have kissed a lot of frogs

Always left a trail of slime behind.

Green patches everywhere….

Each time I washed the slime and let it pass.


I have kissed too many frogs

Left enough space for them to hop around and play

With a long rope that stretched for miles and miles.


I have kissed one too many frogs

Smiled while they croaked, did that famous call and the girls came trooping in

Never ran out of lime to clear the slime

Let the bulging eyes rove around

Sat pretty while they spun their lies and lice.


I have kissed one too many frogs

but none as ugly as you…. yes YOU


You don’t Know


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You don’t know

How much I love to see your face light up with a smile

That smile that makes you lose ten years off your age

You don’t know how much I can blow you away with my kisses, with my cooking

You don’t know how proud I feel walking beside you

That it feels so natural to slip my hand in yours in public even when I hate PDAs

You don’t know how normal it feels when we communicate with our eyes in a room full of people

You don’t know that I never throw tantrums

That I am usually very controlled, rational and mostly nonchalant.

You don’t know.




I love you Daddy

For being there for me always 

For giving me the best of you

For always knowing when I need you

For always sensing when things aren’t right with me

Thank you because I know you will give your last blood for me

Thank you for being you

Selfless, kind, compassionate

For showing me how to persevere in difficult times

Showing me how to let the stress roll off my shoulders 

Showing me how to be a reliable and dependable person

Showing me how to take every responsibility assigned to me seriously

For loving , for always guiding 

Thank you for giving me the confidence to make my own choices and standing by me even when I make the wrong ones 

Thank you for knowing those things I cannot tell you

Thank you for making me know no matter what I do, your arms are always welcoming, always open.


Baby Girl before you open that door,



And then wait a little longer

Listen to your heart

Listen to your instincts 

They never fail you, have never failed you.

Before you let down your guard,

Before you let them see you

You know you, the romantic 

You the comic


The intellect they can get for free

The comic if you really like them, 

But the romantic you gotta wait.

She might be too strong for them to handle

Too much to take in

Bullshit!  forget that !

She is you 

Not everyone deserves her

Pat her, wrap her, keep her , bound her if you must

But do not let them see her

Because she is everything that you are

The core of your being 

The place where the wells rest

When she is out the intellect dies

She is that part I wish remained locked away forever 

She is that part that hurts always

That part that makes the center of your palm hurt.