I'm now in a state of depression and shock,
​after what you did, it left me scrambling.
I still can listen,
my mind still processes.
​I can still breath,
​my heart still pumps.
​I can still talk,
my tongue still works.
​I can still feel,
​my reflects sill react.
​But, I still feel distant,
​I'm always out of focus.

The paper shriveled as it became engulfed in flames.  It was writing she knew by heart.  They were her own foolish descriptions of her high school years, each one written with flawless handwriting and poise.  She didn't care anymore.  She hated them.  On every page her friend's betrayal was written in bright red ink, but she was blind to it.  She tears out another paper, crinkles it, throws it and reaches for anther one.  But now, all that remains is...

The cold air bites at Sam’s arms, even through her heavy coat. She rushes down the street, carrying the precious package in her arms. She pulls it into her coat, hoping to give it warmth. The snow falls in thick sheets, causing a lack of visibility. Sam looks around, lost. She spins around, trying to see where she came from. Unfortunately, the snow has already covered her tracks. She rushes forward, hoping and praying that she’s going in the right...

Year One: Mom and Dad are new to the married life and don't know how to baby-proof the house, resulting in me covering myself and the kitchen in baby powder. We live in Springville.
Year Two: All I remember is sitting at the bottom of the stairs in my dads lap, watching him throw a bouncy ball up the stairs and catching it before it hit me face. He missed once.
Year Three: I made friends with my neighbor named...

When you feel grief,
you become aware.
​You notice that your,
​emotions deceive with you.
​Even though your surrounded by people,
​you feel lonelier than ever.
You feel deep down,
​that there will never be light in the world again.
​You feel all doors close,
​as soon as sorrow and pain hit.

Memories and thoughts from My dad. I think its awesome to get a feel for what my life might have been like if I was born earlier.
What is your earliest memory? Running through a window at the eyeglass shop and cutting my face.

Can you elaborate that story?. When I was 3 or 4-years-old I was with my mom at the eyeglass shop (she was getting her glasses adjusted). Once she was done I thought it would be...

Memories and thoughts from My dad. I think its awesome to get a feel for what my life might have been like if I was born earlier.
What is your earliest memory? Running through a window at the eyeglass shop and cutting my face.

Can you elaborate that story?. When I was 3 or 4-years-old I was with my mom at the eyeglass shop (she was getting her glasses adjusted). Once she was done I thought it would be...

I write to inspire,
To put forth my dreams,
To enjoy life,
To cherish every memory,
To live life how it was meant to be lived,
To find joy in every piece,
To love the LORD in the only way I know how,
To laugh at my mistakes; and take criticism with a smile,
To trust in God's plan for my life.

I write to feel. 
 

I'm on air, floating through the clouds. I played a game with the people I love the most.

I'm the worst daughter in the world. One uncalled-for comment and now I'm an enemy; my fault.

What does she have that I don't? I want to be her friend, but she hangs out with the other girl instead. 

There's no one to talk to. Best friend at college, sister helping a neighbor, me and my deaf cat.

My stomach hurts from...

I sense power,
​surging through your little replacement,
​But she acts with patience,
​and acts with ignorance towards the gift.
She doesn't act upon it with vengeance,
like normal people,
​no matter how sorrowful she is.
I can tell she's been through a lot,
​so I wonder why she doesn't let her angry rule.
​I'm curious why she acts with gentleness and carefulness.

You are very observant,
my little friend.
Some people aren't like you or I,
with angry and...

I'm now in a state of depression and shock,
​after what you did, it left me scrambling.
I still can listen,
my mind still processes.
​I can still breath,
​my heart still pumps.
​I can still talk,
my tongue still works.
​I can still feel,
​my reflects sill react.
​But, I still feel distant,
​I'm always out of focus.

The paper shriveled as it became engulfed in flames.  It was writing she knew by heart.  They were her own foolish descriptions of her high school years, each one written with flawless handwriting and poise.  She didn't care anymore.  She hated them.  On every page her friend's betrayal was written in bright red ink, but she was blind to it.  She tears out another paper, crinkles it, throws it and reaches for anther one.  But now, all that remains is...

The cold air bites at Sam’s arms, even through her heavy coat. She rushes down the street, carrying the precious package in her arms. She pulls it into her coat, hoping to give it warmth. The snow falls in thick sheets, causing a lack of visibility. Sam looks around, lost. She spins around, trying to see where she came from. Unfortunately, the snow has already covered her tracks. She rushes forward, hoping and praying that she’s going in the right...

Year One: Mom and Dad are new to the married life and don't know how to baby-proof the house, resulting in me covering myself and the kitchen in baby powder. We live in Springville.
Year Two: All I remember is sitting at the bottom of the stairs in my dads lap, watching him throw a bouncy ball up the stairs and catching it before it hit me face. He missed once.
Year Three: I made friends with my neighbor named...

When you feel grief,
you become aware.
​You notice that your,
​emotions deceive with you.
​Even though your surrounded by people,
​you feel lonelier than ever.
You feel deep down,
​that there will never be light in the world again.
​You feel all doors close,
​as soon as sorrow and pain hit.

Memories and thoughts from My dad. I think its awesome to get a feel for what my life might have been like if I was born earlier.
What is your earliest memory? Running through a window at the eyeglass shop and cutting my face.

Can you elaborate that story?. When I was 3 or 4-years-old I was with my mom at the eyeglass shop (she was getting her glasses adjusted). Once she was done I thought it would be...

Memories and thoughts from My dad. I think its awesome to get a feel for what my life might have been like if I was born earlier.
What is your earliest memory? Running through a window at the eyeglass shop and cutting my face.

Can you elaborate that story?. When I was 3 or 4-years-old I was with my mom at the eyeglass shop (she was getting her glasses adjusted). Once she was done I thought it would be...

I sense power,
​surging through your little replacement,
​But she acts with patience,
​and acts with ignorance towards the gift.
She doesn't act upon it with vengeance,
like normal people,
​no matter how sorrowful she is.
I can tell she's been through a lot,
​so I wonder why she doesn't let her angry rule.
​I'm curious why she acts with gentleness and carefulness.

You are very observant,
my little friend.
Some people aren't like you or I,
with angry and...

I am Prince, my father owns a school. I grew up with the knowledge of the trials, tribulations, worries, qualms, suspicions, pangs and uncertainties of owning a school; as well as the joy, blessing, elation and prosperities it brings. All I can say now is that it is quite challenging, demanding, perplexing and somewhat interesting to own one. But yet, I think owning a school is not as tiresome as teaching in it. Teaching is not the work for a...

The sun;
glowing orange that
bursts into scarlet.
Setting half way into sky - 
a dusk seen too soon,
what do shepherds make of
a red sun in the
afternoon?

Then the sky;
cloud after cloud
after cloud - blanketing
yellow into amber
into night.
The world is the 
"Nashville" filter -
Everything in black and white.

Not seen upon a
phone screen,
Not picked up by the
camera's lens
Like nothing, I've
seen on this Earth
so maybe,
it's...