A hobbyist writer looking to hone and sharpen her skills. Mainly poetry, and descriptive pieces, however is looking towards more short story aspect of writing. Join me and my mighty pen on this adventure!
A hobbyist writer looking to hone and sharpen her skills. Mainly poetry, and descriptive pieces, however is looking towards more short story aspect of writing. Join me and my mighty pen on this adventure!
Sometimes the only way we forget everything is when we go to sleep, and right now that’s all I could ask for. I don’t want to think, or speak, or devote any more energy to crying. I had spent the whole day driving across country to reunite with family to mourn the sudden, heart wrenching loss of my Grandfather. Family members I hadn’t seen in years exchange solemn greetings as we share fond memori...
I’ve been around the world,
But the sight of you -
That’s my favourite view
From sea to sea
I’ve been to every country,
But my favourite place,
Is wherever you may be,
Home bounded to you
I’ve experienced many things,
But nothing compares
To the moments shared with you,
Forever you’re my home
I have sailed the seas and flown the skies,
I’ve seen the world at large,
Looking for a piece of me,
Th...
It is an early crisp October morning; a thick layer of fog clouded the air. I sit on a splintered, wooden bench waiting for the first bus of the day to arrive - I am alone, distracting myself with my air pods and a stale book that I had picked up from the used bookstore. I wait. There within my peripheral vision I notice movement; I chalk it up to just an animal skittering along the wet pavement, ...
To my first love,
Where do I begin to even express how much love I still have in my heart for you? You helped me grow into the person I am today and for that I am grateful. We were just kids, neither of us knew what love looked like - but to us it was real. From the blossoming friendship that lead to that butterfly feeling when I saw my best friend watching me during swim meets, and spending Sun...
I hate you,
The way you spit the words “bitch” and “worthless” in my face,
I hate you,
I hate when you blame me for all that went wrong with us
I hate you,
The way you betray my trust and love,
The way you throw things -
With such force and anger that my whole body flinches
I hate you,
I hate you,
I hate me,
I hate me,
The way I laugh when someone asks about it-
The way I lie about each bruise ...
You hold your grip,
It's rusted and scratchy
I'm bounded -
Bounded by the trauma
You have me tied up,
The shackles of a prisoner,
Detained by her empathy -
Too much love for her captor
Metal scrapes along my body,
Scarlett, itchy, raw -
Wounded, much like me.
I start to drip; I watch the blood and tears.
You break me more the tighter you grip,
Just let me go;
I am in shambles
Just let me go...
The soft pitter-patter of the hard rain hits against the window pane. We are intertwined on the bed together, I sipping on a hot honey lemon tea while reading a romance novel that he thinks is too boring for his liking; him playing a video game of some sort that I don't fully understand, I do find myself pulling away from my book every now and again to just watch the game progress. We are alone. t...
Tell me you love me,
Tell me I give your life meaning
We are meant to be together -
I make you want to be a better version of yourself
I am your Manic Pixie Dream,
A carefully constructed concept
Filled with little quirks and energy,
No opinions, no depth, just the surface
I am your Manic Pixie Dream,
I am a phase to you,
Once the seasons change and you learn to live,
I will no longer amuse you...
You never imagine what it's going to look like until you're there. In that moment, standing before Him. I had always pictured it to be bright, soft, and soothing - I waited for it to feel comforting, calm, serene - that never came. It was all in dusty ruins; a haunting and abandoned place that felt forgotten. There were no lights, no angels, none of what they had told me during my Sunday morning c...