I Want to Have You Put the Pieces Back Together


I want to go see you.

Arrive and say hello sweetie.

How are you?

Then kiss you on the lips.


Then say nothing more.

Because all has been said by just a glance.

You’ll see it in my blush.

I hope someday we can walk on a tree lined street

And watch fireflies dance.


My heart is in fragments.

Not your fault.

No need to say sorry.

No need for you to worry.

But you will be the one to put the pieces back together.

And then I know I will become stronger.


I don’t know how this has somehow worked.

But it has in its own way.

Putting it all together won’t be easy.

I know that.

It’s worth a try.


To hear your voice

Is like when I hear the waves.

It soothes me.

Then to see your smile.

It’s like seeing the ocean.


Right now it’s 11 PM

I want to go to bed soon.

I want to dream about you.

I want to sleep tight.

I want to wake happy from my dream.


Missed You Poem


Missed You Poem

You told me your childhood name.

My heart aches I cannot remember it.

I love gazing at your smile when we chat.

Even just for a little while.


I know you must go, but I don’t want you to.

It’s good to know you missed me too.

How about you view.


I’m glad to hear the sadness in your voice

when you said, “But you left the country.”

I was gone for a long time I know, but to be

back and chatting with you.

Aweee! Is a dream come true.

I have so much in my heart.

And you win.

Now it all belongs to you.


All of those little things in our past.

All came rushing back.

I never thought this would haunt me at last.

To have left without begging for a kiss.

I never thought it would be you I would miss.

Scholastic Art Contest



During the summer of my junior year in high school, I took a photography class at Rochester Institute of Technology. I learned how to use a 35mm camera. I was taught all about aperture, camera speed, film speed, how to develop black and white film in the darkroom, and how to print them in the darkroom. It was an awesome class and I learned lots.
I took lots and lots of pictures. Those pictures were then shown to my art teacher during my senior year in high school and he encouraged me to enter them at a Scholastic Art contest. I picked my favorite photographs and entered them. I ended up winning the Gold Key and $100. At that time $100 was a large amount for me so I was ecstatic.
I do not have all of those photographs anymore except one, but I did have them all up until 2016. I scanned in all of the photographs that I entered in the Scholastic Art contest and kept them on file in my computer. In the spring of 2016, my computer crashed. It had to get its logic board replaced so all of my files were lost.
Luckily one of the photos I had given to my manager from my old job in Rochester because she knew the model in the photo. I recently messaged her to see if she still had it and she did. Here it is up top. It was a photograph of a cat with feet in the image. I just wanted to take the photo of the cat peeking at me but there were also feet so I just framed it in the rule of thirds.
The photograph is awesome. The cat is adorable. I am so glad I scanned in this image and emailed it to my manager. She’s a lifesaver. She always does favors like this for me. It makes me want to get back to shooting more photographs even if it’s just using my tablet’s built-in camera.

Find Yourself When You Find Your Better Half




No 200-mile walk in Europe will help you find yourself

Your SELF is at home waiting for you

She is resting wishing you were there

Your other half is waiting for you phone call

Your other half is waiting for you text

Go home and be with your other half

Then and only then shall you find yourself

Because when you are with her you are whole

Poems About Little Kitties


You purr sweet nothings in my ear.

Your paw’s touch is gentle.

You pounce on me with no fear.


You eagerly nudge me with your nose.

Your soft lick on my fur.

Fate brought us together.


You and me sitting under the bookshelf.

Playing with yarn.

Your tongue lapping on my fur.

Love it. Love it. Love it.


Drinking milk from a saucer together.

Life couldn’t get any better.


Moonlight in the Night


I see the moon.

I hear the waves of the sea.

I feel the soft breeze.

I feel your hands caress me.

I hear your laughter with ease.


The night is cool.

Your hands are warm.

I’m no fool.

But I know you mean no harm.


You just want me to wait.

Because you waited too.

But don’t you think it’s getting late.

We have to kiss, it’s about due.

Love or Lust or Lost


Why do I feel this way?

I seem to love roses more than I usually do.

Often times I see them in gardens but I do not take notice of them.


Today I saw a beautiful pink rose.

For once I wanted one in a vase in my room.

I didn’t want to pick the rose I saw.

I wanted one from you.


I can’t wait to hear your voice.

I can’t wait to kiss you.

I long for you just to hold me.


But I do have to ask myself.

Is this what they call love?

Or perhaps it’s just lust.

Or are we just lost?

Forgetful Love Ohhh…


I don’t think you understand the impact that you’ve had on me

I don’t think I will ever know how many hours you’ve spent thinking about me

You don’t know how many smiles of yours I’ve counted

I don’t think I will know how many teardrops of mine you’ve gathered


Do me a favor

Reach for me and hold my hand

I need you now more than ever

I know you’re there

But the distance is too far

I cannot reach you 


I can only smile at you

I can almost see you smile back

I just want to see your smile

Do not forget me

Because if you do you’ll be forgetting the better half of yourself ohhh…


I thought about you today

I was watching a video

It reminded me of you


And then I started to wonder

I found out how much you loved me yesterday

You should be here with me


The photograph for this blog post is a screen shot from the trailer of Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind.



We did what we did because we could.

Why not.

It felt right. It was right.

It’s been done.

And it’s not over and it will never be over even if it’s over.

Meeting You Again for the First Time


This week it’s like we met again for the first time.

I look different to you with my long hair you say.

You gaze at me with those eyes that have been looking at empty roads.

It’s as if you’ve been waiting for something that’s been long gone.

It was left on the road.

It’s as if you’ve been seeing strands of hair for years and wishing they were mine.

I know because I know and I wish what you were waiting for was here, but it’s not.

Now both of our hearts are open and there’s no closing it forever.