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.
Wild Horses
We were always so good at running, trading morning glories for lavender nights, whiskey sunsets for a tequila sunrise in a misguided attempt to save others from us We made a new home out of back seats and bar stools and blue highways, always one breath away from being...
Gone Girl
I find myself swallowed in the low rumble, the way the earth seems to move whenever you wish it while I stand here trapped by wisps and trails, storm cloud cages around a melancholy heart I've started to lose track of what's real anymore, my chest pounding in...
Midnight Black
She whispers in abstract, shades of midnight black and questions that remain, persisting thoughts that will not wait, not always welcome or logical, rarely methodical, never as love notes or the soft touch of sin But, nonetheless, she is lost in them, the way...
For Always
There's been too much bittersweet, our minds chasing problems instead of holding on to each other One day, we'll have time to soak up the good, moments spent loving these hearts of ours so concerned with comforting We'll watch suns set and moons rise, talk...
Fernweh
She chases the messenger in a sky full of stars, explores forests just like the one etched on her heart Kismet chaos stains her curious lips, and wild dreams linger on her fingertips as faraway places softly call out her name, whispering of a sweet madness that...
Lingering Demons
I know we all have demons You're mine, with your clouded soul all bound in smoke and your penchant for diving into the dark We are two halves of a melancholy heart that together are dangerous, but still I find myself struggling to fall asleep, caught between...
Just Breathe
We are all in pieces, plagued by moments where we long to escape, seeking to rise above the radiating ache, all while holding too tightly to our own despair, too prideful to share, pain evoked by silence as we continue to ignore the beautiful color outside of...
Soul Deep Sting
I let you carve your name onto my heart, let you etch your face into my dreams You became permanent, a soul deep tattoo that left me hovering between heaven and hell And now this ache is all that's left, bruised and broken moments imprinted in my mind, shoebox...
Discovering Home
She found her way through winter frost and summer rain, chasing after destinations unknown She searched the skies and discovered home within the tropical fog and the morning mist, dappled with light and ocean kissed, away from the poison and the toxic noise, and she...
Waiting To Rise
We are teardrops and wishes, a trail of whispers trapped in glass jars We call ourselves unbreakable, but there are cracks in our fragile hearts, and those memories the ones we pretend don't exist, are simply waiting for resurrection They live in those empty...