When I was younger, my father would make me stop to think about what I was saying so that I wouldn’t stutter so much. Now I’m in my twenties and my dad isn’t here to tell me to slow down. So sometimes my head goes too fast and my mouth can’t keep up. My dad isn’t here to tell me to think before I speak. So now I say things and sometimes I’m not even sure what I said or why I said it. Read More

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for punching my little brother when he got on my nerves when we were younger.

I’m sorry for the times my sister took the blame for things so that I wouldn’t get in trouble.

I’m sorry for talking too much and talking too loud. Read More

The Frailty of Moments.

A moment is one of the most fragile things in the world. So much work goes into a moment. The right song, at the right time, with the right people – a wonderful moment of joy. In a split second you’re faced with a decision and you make the wrong choice – that moment and many moments after are filled with tears and heartbreak. Read More

To Those Who Dare to Get Close.

“I’ve got a hamper full of really loud mistakes

and a graveyard in my closet.

I’m afraid if I let you see my skeletons,

you’ll grind the bones into powder

and get high on my fault lines.”

-Rudy Fransisco, My Honest Poem

I make myself seem like an open book because there is so much to learn about me that I can get away with having things that belong to only me and my mind – and my pen when I put it to use – without people realizing that there is more to me. Read More