Putting my thoughts and emotions into words through my own chaotic way. hey, I write poems and journal about random things recent writings Circuit ...
As the time wastes away, she sits there, just listening all of the colorful emotions on the wall. She wants to tell somebody, anybody about them but no one is around. Her eyes wander outside through the clouds and speckles of dust in the air. Looking right at the sun, too bright to keep looking at it. It takes her back to a time when she was young, running along and stretching her hands out to…
I wish there was a word that could replace the word "sometimes". I feel myself always using that filler word. It's almost like a safe space for me to insert said word when I run out of things to say. That got me thinking about why I try to fill the void with filler words. Is it truly about me not being able to speak or is it more about me having no vocabulary to fill. I think both might be true.…
As the snow fleets off the mountainside, As the wind blows into my open eyes, Crushing force within my tear ducts, I'm finally ready to push off of my feet. Jump as high as I can, jump as far as I go, From mountain to mountain, From foggy tops to the bustling low. Writing like my life means what was foreshadowed in actions, Speaking words out into the distant seas. As I gracefully land and slip…
A reflection on trauma, pain, complacency, and the things that make life worth living.
The whites of your eyes They look at me, as I'm about to fall asleep and you know how much this time has meant to my own clarity Time to chase you Down this road again I can't stand you Still, I can't be still at all You cleanse me from myself You wash me with your hands It hurts to stand near me You hold me in your arms Time to chase you Down this road again I can't stand you Still, I can't be…
Do you sense The wind brushing against each hair on your skin The air that you breathe loudly Everything has its way into your senses Feeling dull about the things you know Repeating the same things over and over again And over and over again Not knowing when to stop when things are slow Do you race down the street and remember When you were just a kid Exploring nature throughout your backyard…
Wire to wire Skin to skin The lightbulb blooms The power within To see it through To make us sleep The warmth it seeks The hands of them It shivers at night Brightness they feel With eyes alone Into the blind sky To never appear Wire to Wire Metal to stone Make the way Steal the stone Heat the ground Light the match Find the grass Watch it burn Watch it die For what it provides Is more than asked…
My Life Meshing with the light makes my shadows go astray Sinking in my toes, feeling every inch and grain Water flowing in trapping everything between Whispers of the wind gently float upon the shore Catching bits and crumbs, all collected and all stored Learning simple notes that the sea withheld from me Past Life Stop, just wait til I open my Eyes, which seem to be blinded by the Sun, creating…
Specific flowers bloom in the dark before they scatter into pieces. Each petal glistens in the reflection of the moon, almost like memories that are trying to run away. Yet these moments hold onto that light as if it's the last thing they want to let go of, like the warmth of my ever-so-beating heart racing fast into a different atmosphere where I can't breathe. When I pick up a petal, it spoke to…
From afar it seems like nothing is wrong. You act as if no one notices the way you shake your right hand. The way you quiver in fear of making a mistake. Your voice doesn't give it away but your body can't say the same. Maybe you're afraid of the constant judgement. Maybe you're afraid of the constant pressure. So you hold hand against your head and push your hair back. As if those curtains are…