For years, I've frequently been told by my loved ones how strong they think I am. When this happens, I tend to clam up, shrug it off and insist that all I've ever done was what needed to be done. I'd never felt like I’d done anything to warrant such admiration and praise. Now, though, … Continue reading My Strength
Wrap me in your silky arms, ribbons of love around my wrists. I’ve found myself within your knots, Tied up, or down, or in your kiss. This noose that hangs around my throat, A final breath I'll never miss. Suffocating in our dreams, Consoled through death by wandering lips.
My hatred for youis like fire in a storm.It burns only as longAs the rain waits to fall.The smoke is nonexistentWhen the clouds disappear.
When you’re raised to be the caretaker- When everyone relies on you- When you learn to give everything you have because even that won’t keep the boat afloat… Not only does it leave you hollow, while providing a comforting feeling of inadequacy, or guilt, or selfishness If you are not providing your blood to soothe … Continue reading Doodling with Words #3
They promised a younger me that love would be sweet.It would hold me, late at night, and listen to me weeplike a child calling for mom, or a wolf howling to pack.I’d wrap myself in my lover’s arms, safe to simply act.But that is not the case, for truth is never nice.And a beautiful girl … Continue reading Doodling with Words #2
It seems this is my hill, My long awaited test- I roll this boulder up the slope And lose it as it crests. While it plummets down, I’m trapped in my disdain Of walking toward the valley’s edge To roll it up again. My gaze is lost in mild stress, And I cannot see the … Continue reading Doodling in words #1
I let my guard down, to be replaced by another’s secure arms in an embrace that felt as natural as falling in love. In that moment, a star shot through the sky as if to say, “I’m here for you.” For the first time in a long time, I knew I was where I should … Continue reading Here for You
You have awoken me, my Spring Sun, from a cold and barren winter. My weathered branches are now colored by the vibrant palette of a heart in bloom. What of you, beauty? Will you keep my love as you have kept the smile on my face since the day we met? Or am I in … Continue reading Another Love Poem
What were you to me?Would you believeYou were everything? Did you see this coming?Holding me and pretendingWe'd wake up togetherIf we refused to let go... But we let goAnd now I don't knowWhat I was to you... What was I to you?A good excuse?Someone you could tell everything to... I saw this coming.Holding you, I … Continue reading What Was I?
Where were you when the first one happened? I remember where I was. The sky was bright, sunny, and abnormally blue. My mother was inside, trying to push my brother out of the house for school. “You’re going to be late!” The tar-black clouds rolled in shortly after, while my brother and I were packing … Continue reading The Cleansing – A WIP Fiction Concept