Time stands still

In the beauty of this late hour

I’ve done everything right

So why does it feel like everything is out of my power

I’ve lost control

Over everything in my life

Time stands still, then rushes too fast

And I don’t even put up a fight

I wilt away

Like a flower in winter

My petals falling to the ground

As I wait for summer

To thrive again

Live my best life

But in all honesty I’m ...

(From my book)

He stood at her windowsill.

At first, she had only watched him from behind the glass—too afraid to move, too enthralled to look away. Devilishly charming wouldn’t even begin to capture the wicked beauty before her. His presence was the kind that seeped into the bones, that lingered like the taste of forbidden fruit on the tongue.

Charcoal-black hair, wild and tousled by the wind....

The first time Satan came to me, I was fifteen. I’d just had a nasty row with my eldest sister, and I was hiding away in my bedroom, staring down at the moonlit street below. He appeared as if from thin air and beckoned for me to open the window. I hesitated only a moment before acquiescing. He was beautiful, all muscle and sinew and eyes bright as embers. I knew immediately who he was, and yet I ...

“I’m so sick of this!!”

Elise shouted before she slammed the wooden door of her bedroom, the sound reverberating throughout the pristine hallways of the castle. She flumped onto her large bed, shoving her face in her silky pillows as she groaned and screamed in them with muffled rage.

The princess’s hands were clutching the sides of her pillows and were even trembling; she’s never been so furio...

Talking with the devil

But he doesn’t care that much

He likes to see my face

Its like his midday brunch

so im talking to the devil

Talking with the devil

cause he asked will you please

he begged me on his knees

so im talking to the devil

talking to the devil

so he grants me all my wishes

i chose him from all the fishes

so im talking to the devil

Talking to the Devil

So i can get my way

then go ...

I can’t remember the first time she spoke to me, only that she hasn’t stopped speaking since. It’s a strange relationship I have with her. At times I can beg for her to be there, and in others plead for her to leave.

She appears all the time, wherever I am. She’s an incredible listener, always willing to offer advice. In fact lately, her advice has been more insistent. It’s become, I don’t want ...

Have you ever known a person that you hated with all your heart? The pure sight of them causing you to have violent fantasies, their voice leaving you annoyed, even their smell being nauseating to you? 

To Elle, almost everyone is like this. She can tolerate only a few chosen people. She had to drop out of school, her parents needing to move to the countryside so she wouldn’t have to encounter peo...

Touching the cold screen, as if it was your body,

Emoticons and chat rooms bring shivers down my spine.

Your message - my salvation, but what is left to save?

Your words, honey on my tongue, balm on my soul

when we virtually kiss, the little nothings

become my universe.

And then, without a warning, when you pour venom

all over my world, bold statements

become pleadings.

To idolize a promise, my...

Why do you infest my thoughts and words? Why influence bad decisions and actions?

Why turn humanity against each other and make little boys cause pain?

Why deploy humans as your evil toys to destroy the land. Why poison the earth with darkness and bad wills, bullets and blood spills.

Is hatred and tears part of your love story? Was that your childhood imprinted on your heart and tattooed on th...

I walk towards the bridge overlooking the vibrant and humming city below. This spot has become my place of comfort where I come to think and feel when things weigh heavy on me. As I approach, I find a strange man already in my spot, illuminated by the warm street lamp above and the moonlight glimmering in the night sky.

I stand next to him, placing my arms over the railing of the bridge. We sta...