I have finally made my newsletter available to be read. The first post is made ⇨ Wilted GardenThe posts can be visible before subscribing which I hope some of you who click the link and read the first post will make the choice to support my work. I've always wanted to be a writer and to even become published one day, but the idea of people knowing ( Read more... )

Finally wrote a little bit today, typed up some poems I had written previously and hoping to put them into a collection. I have two sets, and I'm considering doing a third. Maybe even a fourth centered around mythology or just grouping them with the nature/love based poems. Glad that I'm actually being semi-productive ( Read more... )

A poem I'd written a while back. Will be posted to my writing blog on tumblr.

Animal
I’m an animal
I’ll tear you open
Rip out your beating heart

I’ll be the nightmare
You won’t wake up from
My face you won’t forget
I’ll be there till your last breath

I’ll break and destroy you
Just like you broke me
But I’ll be much worse
Because I can see the ( Read more... )

Every time I see you
Every time I near you
It feels like I'm stuck in mud

I'm breathless
When I see you look at me
My heart is in my throat

You've got me speechless
My tongue tangled in knots
I don't know what to do

Oh darling,
You've got me drowning
So deep in you

You're big brown eyes
Keep pulling me in
And I can't fight any longer

Every time I see you
It’s like ( Read more... )

I wrote this about someone...

It's 5 O' Clock
in the morning
all I want is you lying next to me.

But instead I'm here,
my eyes red and tear stained,
and my head pounding like a drum.

I need you,
I want you,
but I can't have you.

It's 5 in the morning
and you're not here
to make it go away.

And the tears come now,
because I remember,
that you're not mine to hold.

I ( Read more... )

Your voice
Is like velvet
Smooth and soft
Against my fingers

Your skin
Is like skin
So gentle, fragile
Perfectly made

Your mind
Is like gold
So beautiful, marvelous
Everyone wants it

Your body
Is like marble
Smooth, carved
By the hands of god

Your eyes
Are the ocean
That I’d drown in
And try to find the bottom of

You, you
Are made
Perfectly, wonderfully
No mistakes ( Read more... )

Sure I'm 18 and I really want to be a writer. Sure people tell me I'm a good writer and all that. Yes my teachers do say I need to work on grammar. Which I admit I struggle with constantly. Anyway I posted my newest poem "Attic In My Head" into a community and some people pretty much responded to it negatively, granted I don't expect everyone to ( Read more... )

Everyone thinks I’m crazy
Because of the voices
I sometimes talk to

People think I’ve lost it
When I start screaming
At the people they can’t see

I’m not insane
I just have an attic
Stuck inside my brain

Everyone thinks I’m crazy
Because sometimes
I talk to myself

They all think I’ve lost it
What I’m not sure of
And yet I’ve still found ( Read more... )