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.
Ocean’s Touch
*photo via Google images
New
I threw away the book, refusing to re-live a page in my life. Instead, I'll leap. Take chances. I'll create new poems to be scrawled on blank pages. *photo via Google images
Lingering Ghosts
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One More Day
I'm standing in the corner watching myself from a distance as more bad news is delivered Another day, another trial, another struggle to stay strong when all I want to do is fold But, I'm hanging on, hanging in there a little longer because eventually it has to even...
Dark Goodbye
There to Stay
She gets lost in his chocolate eyes, and dark hair that frames his face. She's captivated by his easy spirit, his loving heart, his piercing gaze. He knows her demons, accepts them all He knows her mistakes, understands her flaws. He's the anchor that holds her...
Goodbye
Goodbye means both nothing and everything. It is walking away and trying to forget while still clinging to memories that you can't let go of. It is remembering all those things you left behind and hoping that you made the right choice. It is drifting apart when...
Poets
We are whispers on paper and screens telling stories about life and desires and heartache to those who speak the same language of letters. Breath_words© 8/4/15
The Loss
And in one moment, it was gone... It wasn't even the loss of something tangible. It was the loss of something you never even had. A dream. A thought. A hope. All suddenly dashed when reality hit. We spend so much time these days constructing alternative realities in...