Everything Buried

I am the rose that grew from concrete Wilting after being stepped on by lovers Who promised to be gentle Believing they came to breathe in my fragrance To pluck me from misery And carry me home Watered in the most breathtaking vase And admired for ages Assumption was the thorn I used to hurt…

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Gardens & Sunsets at The Getty.

1 We aren't hiding anymore when we're twenty seven. —One glorious evening, to heaven with cheesecake and wine, Noisy restaurants with their faint WiFi! We walk through the gardens of the Getty and watch the sunset. The blossoms smell good in the good September evenings! At times the aroma fills the sky and we open…

To Write Love on Her Arms

TWLOHA Mission To Write Love On Her Arms is a non profit innovative that I have been following for quite sometime now. The organization is dedicated to bringing hope to those struggling with depression, addiction, self-harm, and suicide. TWLOHA, for short, exists to help, encourage, inform, inspire, and also invest directly into the treatment and…

The Death of My Best Friend, The Birth of My Angel

I first met Joseph Gilliam in the Fall of 2010 at Purdue University. We were both football players on full scholarship, living in the same dorms, eating at the same table, sweating, and bleeding for the same team. I have to admit though, at first Joseph and I did not get along. It wasn't anything…