Cool and butter-smooth, my limbs slice through the endless blue, I refuse to conform to the neatness of a butterfly stroke, Instead I move through the water like an awkward jellyfish, my face turned to the sun, I can see my body beneath the rippling surface, distorted by the sun's rays and the dark green … Continue reading The Lake
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What a Beautiful Sadness
She is flat and empty, and irritation pushes against her chest like the dull edge of a knife. At times like this it settles on her, the weight of all the words she hasn't said, and places she hasn't been, and people she hasn't touched. Her whole life is before her, but it feels like … Continue reading What a Beautiful Sadness
Light My Sky
Hello beautiful readers! I didn't do a post yesterday because I've been working really hard on my novel Light My Sky in hopes to get it finished by this time next week. I thought it would be kind of fun to share a little sneak peek of what I've been working on here on the … Continue reading Light My Sky
Brave She Must Be- A Tribute to All the Mothers
A young girl sits frightened, a test in her hand, little does she know how her heart will expand, in just nine short months. She only knows she's too young for this, but by the time baby comes not a beat does she miss, For now she's a mother, and brave she must be, it … Continue reading Brave She Must Be- A Tribute to All the Mothers
White Carnation
Like a white carnation, I grow, blooming is a process of letting go, allowing what I learn to seep through my skin, not letting all the lies fester within, keeping hope alive, wandering from day to day, finding the good in it all, keeping darkness at bay. Sometimes I wonder, perhaps I'd grow better, if … Continue reading White Carnation
killing time: a poem
time is a thief, but I am a murderer. the clock hands are my noose, slowly strangling the life out of minutes and seconds as they flash by eyes burn with regret as I stare, watching them die in the blue glow of a cell phone screen, those seconds will never come back, but my … Continue reading killing time: a poem
being content is hard
i've recently come to terms with the fact that my heart is a cage of contradictions, one side always warring with another. my everest of contentment will always be there for me to climb, it's summit never quite reached. i am in a constant struggle to find balance and equilibrium between the good i have … Continue reading being content is hard
Obligatory Poem About Autumn
it's in seasons of fleetingness that we have to remind ourselves to slow down, sometimes it physically hurts me to look at the sky and know that it will never look quite the same again. that this moment i'm existing in now is already beginning to slip away, and be replaced by another. autumn is … Continue reading Obligatory Poem About Autumn
The Desert
The warmth whispers through my skin, flows into my blood, eyelids drift closed I have spiraled into a warm rest, like woolen blankets on my body, but there are no blankets only the sun and the weight of the world pressing against me. How long has it been since I felt the cool breeze on … Continue reading The Desert
My Pocketful of Poetry 