March was very uneventful. It was a month of quiet creativity, good books and time spent with my love. It was a month of observing the growing changes in the world around me and observing the changes in myself. It was a month where I feel l like I grew a lot and found a … Continue reading March Update & Some Poems
Tag: poetry
golden girl
she is autumn in a girl, russet hair and golden freckles. she tastes like the crispness of a freshly harvested apple, and she feels like the warm mellow sun of a fall day. her warmth could heat the coldest white of marble, her laugh could soften his frostbitten heart. walled in by a castle of … Continue reading golden girl
The Lake
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
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
We Need More Lovely Things
Every so often in life I stumble across something truly lovely, with a simple, unadulterated kind of beauty that is becoming so much less common in this world we are living in. I live for these things, these little pockets of loveliness. It's why I've always been so attracted to old things. Old literature, old … Continue reading We Need More Lovely Things
My Pocketful of Poetry 