making art and reading poetry

So, I tried something new today. Sort of. I read my poetry out loud… and I recorded it. Hear me out first before I show you the video. I’ve been dying to mesh together my love for art and writing on one platform for forever. I mean, I self-advertise here on my blog all the time but it

Poem 99

” i ” i can hear the words, promises made to me from you. i can see your unfailing effort beyond mistakes of your everyday. i can smell the fragrant bouquets of flowers you freshly picked. i can taste the bittersweet of your daily good mornings and good nights. i love you. Basically. velajune 2017

little by little

…certain traditions, rituals or ‘the usual’ change. In life, that’s to be expected but I’ve never been one for obvious change. I’m not very good at adapting. Some people may say, ‘no, you can do it when you put your mind to it’ but there have been many changes in my life, though I live

the first time… i got my heart broken

The very first time I got my heart broken was in my senior year of high school. It was really different from confessing back in my junior year because, in the end, I was the one who turned back from my words. During senior year, I finally confessed to this boy I met back in chem

Poem 89

Conversations Talking leads to thinking and we question until we’re back at square one. It was about the events that transpired, what could have been or why it happened. We all tried to understand. Me. Him. Her. Them. There was a lot to say and little said. I said, who I am is more important