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.
cleansing petals
we cut the rope made of daisy chains, exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way we were drowning in a deluge of doubt, clamoring towards the surface, struggling to find a way out but, these flowers are breaking like waves against our skin, a cleansing rush of soft...
Cinnamon and Cyanide
Old Photos
Aching to Create
Mother Nature
Seasons
I rage like Summer, channeling the beast within, this heat of mine fires scorching words I need you hear my pain and feel my hurt I want you watch when these bridges burn I am a winter soul who soaks up the cold, standing alone and waiting on the coming freeze I am...
Our Story
this is our story, the tangled tale we weave, twisted with sweet subtlety and you tell it, oh so beautifully the words spill, you turning the ordinary into the divine, your patient hands walking through mine (please, please, tell me more) I've memorized the details,...
Namaste
There is something true about the sun, something honest in the way it rises and sets, as if it knows we need a little light to guide us, but also understands that we're a little dark too I remember in college, on those early mornings after nights I couldn't sleep, I'd...
Heartache
my heart hurts that our streets are filled with a quiet sense of dread I watch hope dying while fears are fed and people that I thought I knew just wash their hands and walk away or buy into the promises made, the broken oaths laced with fables and lies, no evidence...
Seekers
we are seekers of truth, of passion, of divine retribution we find it in the words that sing within our souls, create poems that pour out and make us whole we are meant to be read, loved, devoured we are untethered beauty, unchained magic that only a few will...