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.
These Words
There is only me, and these words are my missing piece to quell the ache that lies within, to fuel the fire and fall in love again There is only me, and these words rekindle dreams and repair my soul making me whole and calm the rain and the lingering pain There is...
We’ll Carry On
We don't talk anymore, our words are choked by these heartbreaking tragedies Too much lingers here unknown There is an ache deep in our bones Television spills such disturbing news but we just can't turn away Fear is leaving us cold There is such sadness in our...
Matchstick Romance
We played innocent, though we never were We were matchsticks striking creating chaos and sparks, the flash of danger in the dark We were catastrophic, a burning love that wreaked havoc with flames, leaving behind lonely nights and empty days, our tangled state...
Wrong Kind of Forever
Artful Insanity
Time stops, a random occurrence, while we collect our thoughts (I think we're lost) but, maybe not Maybe, we're found, caught between figments and notions of fiction and reality as we spin tales for other's eyes (such greedy spies, they gobble up our words)...
Restored
failing pulse gently woken with silent moments painted in vivid color our subconscious becomes our savior and dreams rescue us, revive us, inspire us restoring power to our beating hearts Breath of Words© 2/5/17
Take My Hand
I crossed lines and made mistakes, waged war on a heart much too good to break And if I'm honest, in my mind, I knew one of these days I'd push you away But, here you stand reaching out to take my hand, giving your all to make sure I don't fall while the heat...
Secrets and Hearts
Haunting
She lurks in spaces where shadows are spun, the ghosts of things yet to come, a figment of your wild imagination, a lingering haunting of your own creation to show you exactly who you've become, and watch all your pieces slowly come undone Breath of Words© 1/11/17...
Inauguration Day
Stifled, this air I breathe, hope overshadowed by sadness for humanity, the press of cold ink, signed, sealed, delivered while he preaches behind a smug grin and dangerous promisings of fear and loathing, ill-contained, his black magic showing, poison in the...