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.
Bring Me Home
I sometimes bottle things up, pretend it's okay I leave feelings unclaimed because I always thought it was better that way (they try, but people don't always understand) but, here you are, offering more, shouldering the bad day, the pulse of pain that lurks...
Wrong
Flicker and Fade
I've been stirring the depths, those dark recesses and shadowed halls, moody blue rooms with empty walls And some days, I'm more flicker and fade, rainbow tears becoming shades of gray, colors breaking, embraced by the night, now swallowing up the light hollowness...
Kilig
We wove mystery and melancholy, dovetails and daydreams, got lost in the mountains, found ourselves by the sea We made love to the moon, let the dawn be our muse, our hearts tethered to their magical glow, to the secrets they hold, the brilliant mystique just...
Love Bombed
I sipped slow on your elixir of pretty words, let them melt like candy on my tongue, bombarded with the pleasure of your warmth, your sun-kissed seduction, swayed by your charm and flooded with your flattery (overwhelmed, just how you wanted me to be) But, the heat...
My Letter To You
They tell you to be calm, to be pretty, to be strong as if your chest can just stop pounding, as if they don't know that pretty hurts, as if you can keep building yourself up while your mind pushes you back down They assume that your broken heart can simply...
Nightingale
Trapped By Doubt
War in Color
We waged war in shades of burgundy, passion stained, our souls enraged We painted madness across the page, begging for you to read our crimson ink As it flowed from swords Shaped like pens Scoring a tale That pierced hearts pale From ruby red To an orange that bled We...
