Greetings from yesterday.

This poem is on a on a more chilled out note compared to a few other poems I've been writing lately. I got a prompt from TTT to write a poem on 'if memories wrote back'. This is it. It starts like this: "I've spent days wondering what I'd do if someday, my mailbox overflowed with letters from my yesterdays."....

Trigger alert.

The title is also the precaution I'd like you to take before reading the poem. While this post is fictitious, I don't know where the line stops. So help me out, okay? I wrote this because I know how tough it can be with triggers all around you. This post is not going to help heal you but maybe it'll let you know we all have triggers. If you don't know what triggers your friend's bad memory, ask and try to not hurt them. It'll mean so much to everyone.....

Little pockets of love.

I've seen people search for love so much, I decided to write something on a part of it. This is my attempt. It's about where a certain someone looks for love and where they'll end up finding it. It goes a little something like this: "I've seen you look for love in everything that is over-sized".....

Broken things stay.

I love personifying things that matter in our lives. Poetry and love has to be two of the most important things on that list. So yeah, here's my attempt that making Poetry and Love just like you and me. This is how it starts "Poetry was a twenty year old, 5'7", super shy but very"....

Some breathing space.

I used my state of mind the past week to write a little something today! It's about how some breathing space can do people a world of good - especially for those who rely on others a lot. It starts like this - "She asked for some breathing space he first time w fought....."