Poetry

i am ready to start over

ive finally found clarity... this new, alien feeling, i will treat it as if is it was a fledging tree. i will be tender with its root and I will sit back and watch with unparalleled awe at what i accomplished. green-thumb, green eyes darken to a lovely amber, i am ready to start over… Continue reading i am ready to start over

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Poetry

and then you were gone…

i woke up and then you were gone- i searched high and low, beneath a waning tree, and by that boy’s house who once said he was going to marry me. maybe one day I’ll accept the truth: that a love that is honest and true scared you more than the demons whispering in my… Continue reading and then you were gone…

Poetry

stuck in the past

i think you are still stuck in the past; trapped in an endless sleep cycle of should have’s and maybe’s. it’s a treacherous thing, to fall asleep lonely; waking up facing the left side and your heart grumbling as if it’s hungry. but as of lately, instead of facing reality, you close your eyes and… Continue reading stuck in the past

Poetry

unrequited

I was looking over some older poems and it is crazy how a writer's voice can change. I noticed a trend of my writing from last year. It was so dense with raw, angry emotions. A whirlwind of desire, confusion, and betrayal. In those moments, I felt like I was helpless to these emotions I… Continue reading unrequited

writing

self-destructive

  <self-destructive behavior: outward versus inward> i suppose, there are two types of self-destructive people:  those who implode and those you explode. those who implode, are the type who silently fight a battle within themselves. they bottle up their emotions, put masks up to assure others that they are okay, and in more extreme cases,… Continue reading self-destructive