Your heart 

Your heart Beats within you 

Even before you 

Beautiful you 

Take your first breath 
To you 

To you, it may feel fragile 

It may feel as if it has 

broken into a million little pieces 

A thousand times over 
But your heart 

It beats 

It beats strong 

Never resting 

From that moment 

Before you are here 

Before your first breath 

Until your very last breath 
Your heart 

Though it may feel 

As if it has been torn 

Every which way 

Is still beating 

Pumping life 

Into your veins 
Your heart 

Is yours 

Follow it

Always… 
-B. 

10-9-17

I’m not a child!

I’m not a child I’m 

28 
I’m not a child 

You 

don’t 

need 

to 

do 

this 

Not anymore 
I’m not a child 

Stop 

treating 

me 

like 

one 
I’m not a child 

Stop 

scolding

me 
I’m not a child 

Please 

Let 

Me 

Live 
I’m not a child 

Let 

Me 

Be

Free 
I’m not a child 

But 

I’ll

Always 

Be 

Your 

Child 
-B. 

10-2-17


Photo taken circa ‘93 

Time

They say time doesn’t exist Maybe in a sense

In the physical concept 

The physical sense 

There is no such thing as time 
But we are all running out of time 

If you really think about it 

Some sooner than others 
I think that’s why we have a concept of time

Because it brings us security, in some way 

But it also brings us fear 
I hate time 

I love the unknown 
Time is…

Pressure

Fear 

Anxiety 
It takes the fun out of life 

Putting time, onto moments 

Never really living 
Time is the past and the future 

It’s not the present 

The present is where moments happen 

Where the unknown springs up and surprises you 

It’s where life happens 
When you are too busy with time 

You miss these 

So, are you really living? 

Have you really lived? 
What will you think, when your time is up?

Will you wish for the present? 

Because time is just a concept

It’s not really there 
So live for now 

Enjoy those moments 

Don’t restrain yourself to time 

Live… 
-B. 

9-17-17

Cracks…

I’ve always loved cracks Photographing them 

Noticing them in the strangest of places 

I don’t think many people notice things like cracks 

Or even realize what they could mean 

Oh, they have so many meanings 
Cracks in pavement, where flowers grow

In broken mirrors, where flaws show 

In window pains, about to shatter 

In paint, chips revealing hidden surfaces 

In our hearts, remembering what once was lost 

In our souls, over time, bending and breaking 
Cracks…

They can hurt 

But they can be a place of new life 

They can be beautiful 

A place where you can grow that flower 

Chip away that paint 

Shatter that pain 
Oh they have so many meanings 

So many beautiful meanings 
You can crack 

But in those cracks 

Are you 

Your beautiful story

Your beautiful life 
You see, now? 

They can be beautiful, too…
-B. 

9-15-17

Words…

Words Words 

Words still cannot fill enough space 

Enough time 

Describe enough

What 

Who 

How 

You 

Beautiful you 

Make me feel 

What you mean 

Who I am because 

Who you are to me

Words 

So many words 

Can’t even scratch the surface 
If I could show you 

Somehow

Rip my emotions from my beating hear 

From my burning soul 

Let you breath them in 

Feel them in your hands 

Grasping onto to them with all your strength 

I would 

And maybe 

Maybe then 

You 

You would know 

What I feel 

What you make me feel 
This all consuming 

Burning flames 

Heart pounding 

Stomach fluttering 

Head in the clouds 

Amazing

Beautiful 

Crazy 

Thing they call love… 
-B. 

9-10-17

8-27-17

Today, I fell I have not been the easiest 

Lately I’ve been the hardest 

I’ve fallen apart

Broken at the seems 
You 

Beautiful you 

You are at my side 

My match 

Keep me here, keep me going 
So, against all my instincts 

Against all my fears 

I fell 

Hard 

On my face 

Out of nowhere 
Despite what they have said 

Despite the distance 

Despite my fears 
I fell 

I tried not to 

Today 

Face first 

Heart beating out of my chest 

I fell 
So, here are those three words I told you I could not tell you 

Three words, I have always used lightly 

Three words, I never wanted to use, throw around, when it came to you 
But I fell 

Hard 

Face first

Heart beating out my chest 
Despite everything telling me to run 

Scared to death 

Scared because I want the same things
So, here it goes 

My heart beating out of my chest 

My heart yours for the taking
I, I love you… 
-B. 

8-27-17

Morning light 

I’m not a morning person But the rare chance, to see the first morning light…
I dream of dancing in it 

Basking in its effervescent glow
A place where fairies and magical creatures dance and play 
The way the angel rays gently caress the surfaces of my room 

How the light bends, twists, dances with such grace 
Giving life to a new day 

Slowly, fading 

Back to the land of magical beings and beautiful things 

To be discovered, once more

If you’re lucky enough…
-B. 8-23-17