Poetry: Reborn

I wrote this in late 2007 as I reflecting about my life and how much I had changed.

The nostalgic ocean

reminds me of

everything that 

I’ve lost.

Former flames, former friends

swept in a 

wave from under me.

My former self

died in that wave.

When the wave

came back…

I was stronger 

and better.

I was reborn again.

Poetry: Movements

I wrote this poem in college in 2006.

Literary movements, artistic movements, historical movements

Does it matter for everything to be categorized 

The way it is? Really?

When what is of greatest importance 

Is the movements that stirs inside that warrants us 

to create change or art

That is the movement of emotions, 

The movement of our hearts to express 

Those stirring through our creations.