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.
Change
Reminiscence
We spend our days hanging on to old moments deep within the heart, treading carefully through bookstores and bars, storing memories between dusty pages as we sip on sorrow, burying our lament in the fiery burn We spend our nights barely breathing, listening to sad...
Hiraeth
We only survive in passing glances, our whispered words fading We've become nothing more than two souls in waiting, longing for a time and place, a sanctuary that no longer exists We drift in and out, colliding with the pressing silence and the deep ache we feel...
I Promise
You are dancing in the rain, the magic in the music, the fire in the night. You will break hearts one day, instead of having yours broken Breath of Words© 1/4/17
Search For Adventure
We chose not our course Set the sails And followed the winds The seas and the words Where they allowed We sought the unknown waves crashing within our hearts breathing deep as we searched for adventure In an ocean of new wonders And possibilities unknown Alive within...
Only Love
There is no amount of time or space. No new beginnings or fresh starts. Her walls are made of the thickest ice. She hides behind the bitter cold. You stand there watching, waiting for some shred of light, a peek of hope. But, only love can get through. And, her heart...
Holy Haunting
Fall and Fade
We escape, dwelling in another space, dancing with dreams to cure the ache as our minds sway to the music of a different time and place We are so hooked on the rhythm of some UNreality, living somewhere between fiction and fantasy as words tu mb le and worlds crumble...
Magic Madness
