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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.

Dawn Will Break

Dawn Will Break

I watched you falling, no wings to fly, gravity pulling, your eyes shut tight, a monsoon of melancholy within your somber heart, secluded away in the quiet and I just wanted you to know that you're never alone when misty memories weave inside your mind, foggy fear and...

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Kenopsia

Kenopsia

it's eerie, the sudden hush, the shadows that slice, the impossible quiet her heart was a forest but it's been wiped out by fire and the sun that once shined here has long been eclipsed it's now filled by figments with loathed looks and silent lips and the ghost and...

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Turadh

Turadh

she once counted stars, but she ended up falling now, she is a sea queen sinking in her own summer storm, racing anchors to the bottom of her mind's deep ocean while the lightning rages and the rain pours she waits for a break to undo the ache, and she hears the...

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As You Are

As You Are

we threw away expectations and old memories, welcomed light and dark with open arms we were made of shadows we were made of stars (we told them both to come as they are) we witnessed the forbidden and chased the authentic we wanted peace we craved the irenic so we...

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Woman

Woman

  you make up rules and expect her to follow, but she is most striking untamed unfiltered untethered you try to hold her back but, she moves through the darkest nights with courage with power with faith you don't understand her, the way she shines even when hope...

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Drink Deep

Drink Deep

there is something about a storm that's always soothed my soul, the way the sky is falling and the wind is calling, the way the thunder echoes others feast on liquid sunshine and timid turquoise skies, but I like the power of the night, the amazing way it creates...

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