Skin

Hope is in the bittersweet – she waits among failure, dances among the depressed. Hope carries a small flashlight in grief, totes a silver lining in the wake of anguish. She lives, she breaths: Hope is human.

Vivir: Conversations With My Inner Child

“I saw a child crying; amidst every drop was a shimmer of hope.” Each Thursday, I like to listen to a podcast called, “On Being.” A few weeks ago, I heard featured guest Maria Popova talk about her philosophy of … Continue reading

A Waltz in Three

Hello blogosphere! After a month’s hiatus, I’ve returned to the beloved world of When Life Gives You Lemons. Today’s post is a collection of three poems, all of which were written at different times, hold unique meanings, and reflect a … Continue reading

Kissing Irony

Sometimes I am hopeful that pain will cease existing I cross my fingers curl my toes and pray for the best Then I remember nights spent in bed with tears on my face wanting a break from it all On … Continue reading

The Whitest Page

The irony of a blank page often haunts me it sits there white and limp taunting me. Penny for your thoughts? I usually write something then erase it, scrubbing the pink end into the paper until it has left a … Continue reading

Cornbread & Collard Greens

fried chicken watermelon grape Kool-Aid fried watermelon and chickens drinking grape Kool-Aid fried brains sizzle at the stupidity of it all drinking down grape Kool-Aid like poison fed to babies all of the watermelon has turned rotten under the sun … Continue reading

The Exchange

Filling the air with words I wait – Wait for her to finish her thoughts. Look, glance, pause. “Think of something else to say, Danyealah…” Sputtering phrases of weather, homework, travel – Random facts followed by an “Mmhmm.” Words go … Continue reading

A Man’s World

What Men Do Eyes follow the rim of her skirt tracking her further further gone. Give that girl a dollar Haven’t seen somethin’ like that in years Baby got back. Teeth clench down at the girl with goodies biting harder … Continue reading

Café con Leche

Skeletons in my closet wave hello having learned all too quickly my poison of choice: I’ll have one Latino man with a cup of charisma – hold the machismo… Skeletons in my closet mock me reminding me that love is … Continue reading

Lovesick(ness)

Love looks like tears running down my face – Like toxic swirls on brown cheeks collecting in mascara pools. All of Love’s jokes sound cheap: cacophonous sounds mocking an empty room. I have had my fill of love; tossed round … Continue reading