Thursday, December 5, 2013

Cold Winter, Warm Heart

frozen waterfall, winter in Idaho
frozen waterfall, winter in Idaho
frozen waterfall, winter in Idaho

A chill in the air,
a bite with every breath.
Snow scatters the streets,
the ground crunches under every step.

Bundled in layers,
still chilled to the bone.
Wandering through the town,
everything frozen as stone.

Streaks of sunlight peak through the clouds,
a beautiful morning about to start.
Cold fingers, cold hands, cold nose, cold toes.
Grateful for an always-warm heart.

an original poem - 12.5.13

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

From Where I Stand

From Where I Stand

From where I stand
the leaves litter the Boise streets,
a wet rainbow of fallen debris.

From where I stand
cars slosh through puddles,
people hustle to work,
it's all go-go-go.

From where I stand
no walk takes the same path,
no day looks the same.
Change is on every horizon.

From where I stand
I'm here only a moment.
A brief second.
A snapshot in time, a passing glance, a break in a step.

From where I stand 
everyone else sees
wet streets, scattered leaves, fog clouding the air...

It's all beautiful to me
from where I stand.

An original poem - 11.6.13

Thursday, May 30, 2013


Draw a picture.
Paint a life—
a looped track.
A start. A finish.
Many lanes to choose from,
hurdles along the way.

Some hurdles—so high.
They appear too big to cross.
But maybe—just maybe
they can't be jumped over,
but instead slowly climbed and

Always—there will be hurdles.
Approach them.
Surmout with grace.
Never give up.
It may be a long, hard race,
but the finish holds
all the glory.

An original poem - 5.30.13


The idea for this poem came to me today while I was driving to the gym.
I pulled over and grabbed a pen and paper... and just wrote.
This is the result.
Your picture of life may not resemble a track like mine, but I tell you what, we all have hurdles.
Don't let them stop you. Don't let them get you down.
They may slow you down a little... but when you cross them, you will be a better person.
Here's to conquering every hurdle & finishing the race with grace, strength, and a beautiful story to tell.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Boise Foothills

t-shirt and jeans, boise foothills
Top: Daytrip, Jeans: Express, Shoes: Vans, Bracelet: c/o Massi, Ring: c/o The Vintage Pearl, Watch: Rumba, Sunglasses: c/o Firmoo (use code AUNIESAUCEBLOGE2 for 30% off)
t-shirt and jeans, boise foothills
t-shirt and jeans, boise foothills
t-shirt and jeans, boise foothills
t-shirt and jeans, boise foothills
t-shirt and jeans, boise foothills

Not a care in the world,
perched high above the city,
overlooking Boise—
she sure is pretty. 

Bathed in green—
the "City of Trees"—
the songs of little birds
carried by the breeze. 

Through swirling clouds,
the sun shines its light,
over the Boise foothills—
a beautiful sight.

An original poem - 5.14.13

Monday, February 4, 2013


Skirt: c/o LulaRoe (use coupon ROWE for 10% off) // Scarf: c/o Kintage // Ring: c/o The Vintage Pearl // Purse: Fossil // Shoes: Vans // Glasses: c/o Firmoo // Top: The Shore Lodge

 In a fog.
Walking alone.
Clouded, stranded, astray.

So it seems.

This is where the path has gone.
This is just a moment in time.
This is where I'm supposed to be.

The fog will clear.
The sun will return.
I will find my way again.


An original poem - 2.4.2013

A simple reflection poem for any of you who may be having a hard time, feel lost, or feel like you're in over your head.
The fog is only temporary. Keep your head up, you are loved! 

Friday, October 26, 2012

Fall Style

Glasses: c/o Firmoo (use code 44378b2c8d for 15% off any order) // Hairclip: c/o Lilla Rose //  Boots & Leg Warmers: Runway Fashion Exchange // Leggings: Steve Madden // Earrings: Premier Design // Necklace: Thrifted // Top: Romy // Hairstyle: Here // Photos: Taylor Love Studios

Flowing river.
 Pumpkin spice latte.

Leaves falling.
Over-sized glasses.

 Chilly air.
Leather riding boots.

Rocky beach.

Evening light.
Boise river style.

An original poem - 10.26.2012

These were part 2 from yesterday's part 1.
Only 36-days 'til we say "I do."
Only 13-days until Daniel comes home.
It's a beautiful season. 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012


Glasses: c/o Firmoo // Bracelet: c/o Mimi Baby Boutique // Photos: Taylor Love Studios

A simple moment,
a step in time.
Opened eyes,
a new chance,
this is it.

Don't think for a minute.
Don't stop and look back.
You are here for a reason.

Breathe in once,
take two steps forward,
this is your time.

An original poem - 8.22.2012

Monday, April 9, 2012

In Him.

An original poem - 4/3/2012

April 4th was a busy day at work.
At once, I felt the need to write this poem.
It is times like those when I drop everything,
because faith through words 
is so important to share.
My gift to you may be small,
but it is my story, my piece of the puzzle,
my journey through this crazy, unpredictable, beautiful life.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Ugly Urge.

As you read in my post yesterday, I have trichotillomania.
I wrote this poem on January 8, 2012, 5 days after beginning my pull-free bracelet journey.
I'd like to share it with you today.
Don't worry... I'm not upset or down or anything—
(I promise!)
It' just feels good to vent via poetry once in a while.

Just one at a time.
Maybe more.
Whatever I can get.
Uncrontrollable urge.
Pull, pull, pull.
It doesn't even matter.
I am ugly anyway.
Everyone notices.
I can't hide it.
I can't stop.
I can't quit.
Maybe I don't want to.
It feels good.
No pain.
I love the feeling.
But not the consequence.
This one is hard.
This one sticks out.
This one feels right.
So I pull, tug,
UGLY. Ugly. Ugly.
I am ugly.
The urge is ugly.
Trich is ugly.


Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Life As We Know It.

// Top: Thrifted Gap // Pants: Burlington Coat Factory // Scarf: Burlington Coat Factory // Shoes: Danskos //

Run away.
Find a place to hide
The mocking won't
Anytime soon.
Let your face not be exposed.
Focus your eyes on the
Don't bother looking nice,
You still won't be
Your dreams from your mind,
At this rate they'll
Be achieved.
No one understands you.

Walk with proud shoulders.
Stand above
The school in
Beauty, friends, popularity.
Whisper about the unfortunate,
They don't matter in your world.
Only you.
Embellish yourself in
Flaunt a new pair of stilettos,
Wait for the
Boundless pit
Of compliments.
You are an icon,
No one sees your flaws.

Enveloped in fear.
Exposed as fiction.
Losing a battle of
Under a pretense.
The same routine
Day after day,
Life as we know it.



Written during a creative writing class in my senior year of high school,
this poem is about two "views" that I experienced on a daily basis.
I loved, beyond loved, high school.
But I would never want to do it again. 
It was terrifying.
I am a very different person today.
I am thankful for every lesson I have learned.


Monday, January 30, 2012


No air.
Oddly enough,
I don't care.

Tears streaming,
babies screaming,
still I sit

Living life as a

Dusty, dull,
How to break out
I do not know,
too big a piece to

No one seems to know,
No one understands.
Too hard to keep up
Too many demands.

No air.
I am right in front of you.
But not really there.

An original poem - 1.8.12


Friday, December 23, 2011

Yellow Songbird.

*Sweater: thrifted * Tank: Hollister * Leggins: Steve Madden * Boots: thrifted * Bracelet: thrifted*

A yellow songbird.
That's what I'd be.
A little yellow songbird.
Fly high, sing loud, fly free.

No cares in the world,
the wind under my wings,
a little yellow songbird,
such sweet music I would sing.

An original poem  - 11.23.2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011


Twisting, twining,
Around you curve.
Elegant and feminine,
Intertwining you swerve.
Intricate and delicate,
Mesmerizing you prove.
Going back and forth,
Through angles you groove.
Those lovely little hair styles,
Always so bold.
Oh, what beauty
Braids behold.

An original poem - 11.15.2011 

Monday, November 14, 2011


Ten striped pins.
Nine frames left.
Eight lanes full.
Seven guiding arrows.
Six eyes watching.
Five slices of pizza.
Four glasses of beer.
Three dollars a game.
One marbled ball.
Two birds in love.

- For Daniel -

An original poem - 11.14.2011 

Saturday, November 12, 2011

These Boots.

// Boots: Steve Madden //

These boots were made for walking.
And that's just what they'll do.

Camel, distressed, leather.
Fun in warm or cool weather.
The season's latest trend,
My newest fashion friend.

From the shows to the fair,
Dates out to eat,
Or lounging in our favorite chair.

They go with me,
They come with you,
They see our kisses, feel our hugs,
This perfect love, to us so new.

They take me there.
They take me here.
With all this boot-wearing,
One thing is clear.

These boots were made for walking.
And that's just what they'll do.

But I'm here to let you in,
On a secret, it's true.
These boots were not made
To walk

- For Daniel - 

An original poem - 11.12.2011 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Beginning.

The Beginning.
Though it seems like a new start,
it is simply a moment in time.
A small moment. 
A revelation,
to one soul,
who aspires to feel the depth,
the impact,
of herself on the world.
Though small, like a bird
she shall fly,
and show you just how high
she can soar. 

An original poem - 11.10.2011