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.
Storm Within
She waits for the crash, standing under the sky, her amaranthine heart anchored to the storm as it rages on, unmerciful, unpredictable, just like her, loathed and loved And you're afraid, scared that the ground will fall below her feet, that she'll be pulled...
Beautiful Strange
You think you're lost, floating, swept away in some tidal wave, and you want to be found You keep looking for adventure, unaware that you are the mystery, a beautiful kind of strange and unearthly, a spirit child with a butterfly soul You believe you're alone,...
Live
Let me see how you fight, how you love, how you live I know you've got strength hidden deep within your bones, courage in your fragile heart I've watched you mend, the care you took each time you had to put yourself back together I can feel the ache that still lingers...
Goodbyes
She is delicate, the soft touch of satin and lace She is shadowed grace, a beauty in the dark hiding from the day She steals hearts, beckoning you close with whispers, her words stirring the air, like music and melody and long lost memories finally returning...
Merciless Skies
We used to chase hope under an empire of lights, the silver flicker of falling stars illuminating the night, but all the stars have fallen and each wish has been made Our minds are lost, and our souls have strayed And, there is no mercy in this moonless sky, our...
Winter Hearts
This world is harsh, leaving us abandoned with this winter in our hearts, broken souls floundering, trapped in icy fear of the demons and shadows that linger here We are caught, snagged in a web that keeps holding us down, the cold weight on our chests stealing...
Seeking Absolution
I sought redemption within tidal waves, chasing absolution, desperate to be free of memories and sin I believed in the power of the ocean deep, to wipe the slate clean But, I became swept away, too dark to save, ushered back to shore once more and now my ghost watches...
Beautiful Disasters
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