Rehabilitation

“You’re my physical therapy. You can’t save me from my mind.”

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dear love, from me

A little note on loving thyself Written for me By me. Dear me, You are beautiful Doll, never forget In you’re own way You shine You’re divine You stand out from all the rest It doesn’t mean you’re better Doesn’t mean you’re worse It just means that you are you, And baby let me tell,…

Upcoming poetry book: “A Life in Parts”

Hello loves!So, in case you weren’t aware, I am currently working on a poetry book to be released in October. What kind of poetry book and why October, you ask? Excellent questions and I shall answer them below. I will also link a preview to the book as well; it’s not much, I only put…

A Life in Parts- The End

I think, in the end, we needed to be damaged. Broken. Because how else could distance prove to be a burden if your cure didn’t feel as if they were miles away? We brought out the best in each other because we were so accustomed to our own worst. When we touched, it felt heavenly,…

Rusty Pancake 

So, I know it’s been a while and I was never too consistent with the blog posting, to begin with, but I feel like I’ve been on a hiatus. An unintentional hiatus. I promise I will work on that. I’m planning a trip to Canada in either July or August. So maybe that trip from…

Somewhere Near (an excerpt from chapter 2)

“So…are you ever going to tell me what the whole mutilating yourself thing was about,” mumbled Travis in a solemn tone. I froze and he immediately glanced up. I couldn’t bear to tell him. What could I tell him? I was envisioning my ex-boyfriend taking advantage of me. Ravaged me without my consent and against…

We (Part I)

I’ve been trying for a while to get away but much to my dismay, it’s not as easy as I thought it’d be.

Who am I?

Now, this is just me thinking out loud…or to myself rather. Wondering why we are the way we are. In what exact moment in time did we become this person that we see in the mirror every day because it seems we never truly know or can pinpoint that exact moment in time. Why is…

Nourishment 

Feed me.  Words.  Pictures Stories Visions Feed me love  Heartbreak The butterflies in my stomach  The bright, immaculate joy on your face  Feed me an existence unhindered by the societal norms  A mind full of wonder Enlightened  Unconventional  Feed me your art  What makes you, you Your complexities  Insecurities  Your dreams Your fear  Feed me…

Don’t Speak 

It’s like I want you to go But I’m cursed with the temptation to beg you to stay Because it seems we’re going nowhere fast But my need and lust for you wants this desperately to last And the brakes on this car no longer works So, how do I stop this? Please help me…

Nightmares 2

I saw her and she saw me She looked demented, unstable, crazy The fear began to ensue I turned to my sister and told her to run We got into the back of the car and tried to lock the door She stared at me and smiled- menacingly I screamed I woke up It was…

Untitled

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here…just staring at this blank wall. Something’s missing but I can’t seem to place it. I cocked my head back and stare at the ceiling; there are water stains all over. I want to fix it but I honestly don’t feel like it. My TV broke a…