An aspiring writer and journalist looking to motivate people through my writing and poetry
Sundry fragments The sundry fragments of my soul are splattered across the globe in search of new Ways to become bold, brave,
Spring of Corona
I stepped outside today, Felt the fresh early spring as I ran, The birds were serenading to the world, She was listening,
The emptiness I feel at times leaves a hunger in my soul I can't seem to satisfy The need to feed on success forces me to salivate on the possibilities of what I can achieve
My first memories of Kobe Bryant happened to be with my father. Kobe was his favorite player. I remember regular Saturdays and weekday evenings where I would sit with him during his free time and watch him play his NBA game on his PlayStation. These were possibly the most momentous times of my early life. I couldn't tell you the exact game it was, but I do remember that he would always use Kobe. I would fall in love with the sounds of the announcers and the premature onomatopoeia that comes with a 90's basketball game. I would study the nuances and try myself when he wasn't watching. Learning, experiencing the game as I bonded with my Father.
The Time I realized I needed to Grow up
I've been often considered as a grown-ass kid. People are always saying I act like a child, that occasionally I give off immature characteristics. This counteracts with my own mature persona. Personally, I believe everyone has a little immaturity in them, it really depends on people's thresholds for maturity in which they describe other's actions as mature or not.
A letter to My dad
Father and son, Rob Marmion / Shutterstock.com Dear dad, I wonder if you have pictures of me, and reminisce on the times we used to play basketball in the park,
Who will you be in this crisis?
The sweat from uncertainty runs down several soldier's faces as they prepare to meet their fate. Looking around at each other during a chilling early morning on June 6th, they wait as the tanker carries them through the ocean on to the shore. There's an eerie silence challenging their psyche's as panic and anxiety begin to writhe up into their brains.
Stop Listening to People...Take a Grain of Salt
As a person, I'm very passionate and I care for people's opinions. I care so deeply that there was a time when I became someone who wasn't myself in order to please everyone else. I spent so much time listening to people that I forgot what I liked as a person and became a shell of who I am. This reality plunged me into a darkness I could not get out of.