It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
Soul-Light Shimmer
Aquarian Heart
This aching anxiousness is holding me far too tight I am searching for peace and aching for quiet — the type of silence that can wash the noise away. My soul is homesick for the ocean, and my heart is crying out for the waves. 4/2018
Faithful Dreamer
Waiting Room
Raised Voice
I’ll Rise
My mind is tired and my soul aches and I can feel myself sink into this saudade but, like air, I’ll rise I can feel the shadows shudder, and darkness blooms while passion wanes but, like air, I’ll rise But this heart is a lioness, scared of nothing, and I will always...
Searching Shadows
scarlet fever crashing through blue veins, ephemeral nights now crimson stained with ruby roses and cherry leather cuffs (the sting is a drug but it’s never enough) and she searches for answers in the shadows, stop motion stutter and start again, gently tracing the...
Cold Nights
you ask me for the time and wanted to know about the weather and all I could think about was the year when winter stripped away the last pieces of us (i’m barely holding on and you barely remember) we were so busy putting out fires that we let our own die out i...
Daunting Nights
She pricked her finger on the spindle of your thorns, fell prisoner to your irascible temper and lying eyes, the jewel in your own vainglorious crown, locked up behind the rage of daunting nights She felt you reach out for her to hold your mad hands as if to save her...
Lifegiver
my heart gets just as fixated as my mind these days, each pulse feeding into some chronic compulsion to run, to run, to run away darkness betrays, shadows threaten to exsanguinate (your name tastes bitter in my blood) and I’m clinging to anything that feels like...