Dare to Dream. Live to Write.
If he loves me, he will try. If he loves me, he won't yell. If he loves me, he will communicate. If he loves me, he will listen. If he loves me, he won't leave. But - If he does not, he will walk away. If I love myself, I will not let his... Continue Reading →
"Your intro needs to look like this..." "Don't be cliché..." "Your character should be relatable..." "Make sure there is a point to your writing..." I have heard these comments constantly when reviewing a written work. You know what I say to those kinds of writing rules? To hell with them. Writing is a free, emotional... Continue Reading →
The breeze from the open car window grazed my face, blew my long hair back and seemed to clear my mind with its purity. I closed my eyes, enjoying the softness of the air that brought freedom to my spirit. The sun kissed my face, warming my skin and undoubtedly forcing my freckles to become... Continue Reading →
My love for you is blinding. It shields the depression that forces me to sink into darkness, as if an anchor is tied to my foot. But my love for you - it saves me. It heals, teaches, and respects. I see the good in life because of you. I forgive - imagine that! I... Continue Reading →
The kiss- Oh that one kiss, It changed my life Forever. It had been six months. Six long months since I knew I wanted you. I needed you. I craved you. Six suffocating months of swallowing my feelings, Feigning hate because admitting my love for you was just too hard. You didn’t want me. I... Continue Reading →
Spiraling Into madness. My brain So anomalistic Idiosyncratic Unparagoned Encumbered. It hurts Oh how it hurts. My thoughts Cut through my mind Sharp Painful Bloody... I’m bleeding. A cocaphony In my brain. Loud, confusing, caustic. I’m spiraling Down Down Deeper still. Indelicate black tunnels Pull me farther in. I can’t see now. I feel the... Continue Reading →
Talk to me Say something One word Just one Please... I need - I need to know Where you stand With me. Say something. What do you feel, What do you think, What have I done wrong... I want to explode I want to rip my hair out One by one. These thoughts They attack... Continue Reading →
Death. The thing everyone fears. The end. The dark... I’m not afraid. I feel a connection To the blackness. This dark side of me Has no fear. I embrace it. I embrace sin. I’m connected to death. Death is a part of me. Every dark corner in the hollows of my mind Resembles death. Death... Continue Reading →
Her hair flows behind her as she runs through the darkness. Life hits her at every angle, but she continues to get back up. Her body is covered in bruises, scrapes and scars. Each mark from a hurtful word, a painful touch, a self hating thought... She still runs. Her body is weak, but her... Continue Reading →
This short poem is inspired by fall. Fall is full of new beginnings, full of freshness. As all of us head back to school, it really is an amazing opportunity to change and work on ourselves. Just like the seasons, people can change to - for the better. I need this. I want this.... Continue Reading →
The Blonde Quill 