Every time I write

It always manages to be about you

The pain you caused me,

The good you brung me.

I’ve tried to forget about you

But the truth is

It isn’t as easy as people say

It’s been 8 years now,

But truthfully told

I’m traumatized by the good and bad you brought me.

Making me feel good enough

Making feel like the best being walking this earth,

Then like a monster dreading the soil I ...

In the gentle night,

When the world slows to a rest,

I turn to you, the one to whom,

My dreams and fears are confessed.

You're the keeper of my secrets,

The holder of my heart,

The one who’s loved me through it all,

Right from the very start.

You've been with me through the laughter,

The tears that no one sees,

The hopes that flutter silently,

Like leaves upon the breeze.

Together in the ...

drawings doodles scribbles notes

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In the quiet realm of bound delight,

A notebook rests, a canvas white.

Its cover whispers tales untold,

A sanctuary for thoughts to unfold.

Pages crisp, like morning dew,

Await the pen, its ink anew.

Lines stretch out in rhythmic grace,

An open space, a sacred place.

In graphite dreams and inked desires,

The notebook holds creative fires.

It cradles secrets, hopes, and fears,

A chronicle of pass...

Memories from Filling Braille Notebooks

My young mind connected the dots,

And decided that paper meant freedom.

Paper is how worlds are built,

How I can say with a straight face that I know what a sunset is.

Once I feel words under my fingers,

I know there is no turning back.

Six tiny points in a neat little box burst open and become galaxies and gazelles.

Young and wobbling,

I did not know the ...

How else can a mere

mortal author new worlds to

behold and explore?...

Fresh paper

A clean open breast with delicate lines

Nudge me early in the morning

Gobble up my every word

Encouraging accepting

Feeling bad when I don’t make time

Once a day

Everyday grows into a habit

A practice

A love affair

My palm on your cover

Fingering your edges

Tracing your binding

Open

My nib caresses with scratches

Ink flows bleeds

I give you take...

Each page is a stage from a lifetime

stories of lifelines. Keeper of the book with just one look inside would jeopardize someone’s future. No hands should touch the book or look within. People who have losted kin and their life turned into a downward spin. The keeper of the notebook is the reaper with a cold look....

I take my notebook everywhere

Stick the pencil in my hair

People they will stop and stare

They sure mind but I don’t care!

It holds all my memories

Thoughts, ideas, hopes, and dreams

Sometimes I try journaling

So don’t look at my notebook, please

In there I am strong and weak

So do not go and take a peek

Come and tell me what you seek

Or else you will think I’m a geek!...

My notebook

Bought right before sixth grade

Animated gems on the cover

Crisp lined paper

Ready to be filled

With ideas, hopes, scribbles and plans

Where I wrote about an initiation

To become BFFs

I wrote to Josh

But I never gave it to him

I drew pictures

Of Harry Potter characters

I had crushes on

I wrote about my love for Tom Riddle

Into a fan fiction

Math problems

I made the pages into paper ...