Somewhere deep in my soul
there is something missing,
a piece that has yet been written,
a piece that is missing the notes,
as if a song were unfinished,
as if a poem were cut off mid-sentence,
as if a part of me was missing.
It is not my other half,
for I am not half,
yet, it is a part of me that is whole
just like I was born twenty-six years ago,
all I know is that it is currently blank,
yet, in the back of my mind
it will soon be filled just like the River Thames.
Good morning everyone! I wanted to apologize for not writing a whole lot, this month has been very hectic due to work, studying for my Master’s, and working on the release of this new poetry book.
Today my brand new poetry book, Hearts of Glass, has been released by my amazing publisher, Middle Island Press. I have been working with the publishing press for the past couple of years, and they are truly amazing. They have given me the opportunity to release my poems out to all of you, and it had always been a dream of mine. I truly cannot thank then enough for letting me see my dream become a reality.
Hearts of Glass is poetry book that dives into the reality of the affairs of the heat. Showcasing just how fragile our hearts are, showcasing when we fall in love, out of love, and endure the most hurtful heartbreaks. And everyone can relate to many of the poems.
You can get your copy of my new poetry book on Amazon, and soon it will be available in select stores around the world.
My imperfections shine so brightly
yet you still love me,
as your imperfections are non-existant
as you live life as if you had any.
I’m such a mess I know it,
yet you embrace them,
while you step forward
reaching out for my hand,
trying to guide us into the next step.
These imperfections of mine give me small limitations,
yet you keep pushing
showing me to see over the wall,
and see the next step ahead.
I’m such a mess
I know I will be throughout time,
you show me the value of my imperfections,
and where I can be in time.
Two messed up souls have found each other
seems like they had to wait a lifetime
choosing to focus their time on themselves
while waiting to find each other,
waiting on fate to intervene.
Two messed up souls dance
enjoying the beat
as it thumps into their feet,
dancing through the living room forgetting about their imperfect moves
time has no place,
clocks have stopped
as these two souls click into harmony.
Before my eyes I see the most beautiful candle,
one that attracts my soul to theirs.
Before my heart I feel an urge
to light a fire to show my love for her.
I, as a match, strike the box,
igniting a light
startling her and I at the same time.
Lighting the wick on the candle,
a fire comes into view,
growing ever so brightly
throughout the nights
until our last breath.
The steam rises from the kettle
as the phone on the counter stays silent,
creating an uncomfortable scene
with me standing in the middle of it all.
Another morning where I relive each memory,
the good ones along with the bitter ones,
toasting the new sun with a fresh cup of tea each morning
letting the universe take hold of our destinies.
As the tea leaves mingle with the water,
it is here I know that this small trial is meant to make us stronger
so all you and I can do is hold on a little longer,
drink our tea,
and watch the sun rise again the next morning,
while we are in different countries.