Four Years, 224 Posts, And 57,288 Words Later

Here we are. It’s been four years since this little blog came into being. Four entire years of poetry, prose, short stories, and everything my mind could muster in between. You can find stolen glances of arguably the most significant years of my life on here, little intimate views into my candid mind, an open diary….

Never Read

I have posts upon poems that will never see the light of day, not because they aren’t worthy but rather because they are from a time I have since grown. They no longer reflect my current composure and it would be almost a lie to send them out into the world now, as I no…

Writer’s Decongestant

Now I know that this is not a time for us. There are too many miles separating and not enough trust to build off of. I am not asking that you ignore those circumstances, that would be far beyond reason to ask of even myself. In fact, I am not asking anything of you at…

Unsent, Unsaid

So much never said never spoken never sent never to be known. I still have so much left to say that I never did and now never can. Do you?  

3 Years Later

I never expected people to care. It was never in my mind that individuals in 30 different countries would have my blog address memorized and be visiting it routinely, that there would be fan art made of my words. All this was to me was writing but now, it has become so much more. I remember…

Poetry Of A Person

I just want someone to write me down and put me into a book because I am a messy poem struggling to understand my own combinations of the alphabet.

Sonder

It’s rather curious that each individual, each stranger has a life just as complex (if not more) as our own. It’s even more so bizarre that we can’t truly ever comprehend that. The man on the subway. His blank stare gives off little so nothing other than numbness, though there is something behind it. He has…

I Wear My Heart Around My Neck

I wear my heart around my neck, now. It was covered by my sleeve and caged within my ribs. Here, on a delicate silver chain, it can be seen. It can feel.  Here, it is vulnerable. Here, it can be cut. Bruised. Sliced. Torn. Battered. Beaten. Here, it can be destroyed.  Here, it can be healed….

Award Winning Poetry

So, I entered a poetry contest. I submitted three poems; Bittersweet Sacrifices, Oh How You’ve Grown, and Rain. I wasn’t sure which of these would get the best response, if any response at all. I went into this contest excitedly, putting my work into the world. I didn’t expect to hear anything back from it….

Voice

I met his voice before I met his eyes. I heard him rambling on endlessly about the vast, empty but simultaneously overflowing universe. He would say the meaning of life could be found somewhere between the smell of fresh cinnamon rolls in the morning and forgiveness. To him,everything was a thought just waiting to be…

Vertical

I text you in the early morning when I wake before you and you text me when I am fast asleep as you study for APUSH. Think about all the stars and the way even though we are miles apart, we are admiring the same crooked constellation. I miss you endlessly and seeing you only…

Mother’s Day

It’s your day, Mom.  I remember our last Mother’s Day. I put together a beautiful little fruit plate in the shape of a flower with a caramel candy (your favorite) in the center. You laughed when you saw it when I walked in your room with the blue hand-painted-breakfast-in-bed table. Your ear to ear grin…

Moon//Stars//Sun

We used to be like the stars and the moon; constantly together, always to be found in one another’s arms. You shone delicately as you rose each evening into the inky night sky and I followed. I looked so tiny, so minuscule compared to you, but you assured me otherwise. You were there for me…

Diners

The first time I saw him, he was digging ketchup out of a bottle with a knife. He was in his worn Rolling Stones tee and his crimson bandana held back his mop of crimson curls. He had his sleeves rolled up so I was able to see his intricate tattoos, trailing along is forearm….

On A Bench

We had spent the afternoon in a cafe on the Rue Saint-Jacques, a spring afternoon just like any other. The monarchs were dancing delicately around us to the beat of the wind’s song. This was always our favorite place to go whenever we could. He loved seeing the sweet, elderly couples walk by, joking how…

Room 214

My shoes squeak and echo on the slick floors as I feel my eyes moisten. The air is filled with an overwhelming scent of sanitizer and other various chemicals used to clean, but that somehow makes the air feel filthier. The chairs are comfortable at first, as I feel relieved to have a place to rest,…

Distance

If we were drinking coffee right now, you’d probably be sitting across from me, watching me lip sync all of my favorite songs. If we were drinking coffee right now, you’d probably get up and make tea instead. If we were drinking coffee right now, I’d get lost in the freckles lining your cheeks as…

Missing Me And Parts Of You: An Epistolary Short Story

“Carter. It’s Tuesday. Three days since you left. It’s been 72 hours of anguish. I’m laying awake at approximately 3:15 A.M., the same time you first told me you loved me. We were sitting on my roof, the part that extends from my bedroom window, the oak tree’s canopy draped over us, creating our own…

Suggestions

Hello, lovelies! So many more of you have joined in on viewing my work and joining this community! Welcome to all newcomers and hello to all old friends, you are all greatly adored. I am so thankful for all of you, endlessly. I wouldn’t be where I am without you! One of my favorite parts…

Canvas

We all start as a clean slate, an empty canvas. As we move through life, there are things, events, people, memories that shape us into who we are, little things like mom’s warm cookies or dances in the rain. I was born blank canvas with thin bristled brush to paint my world with all the…

Farewell

And to you, I say goodbye. Goodbye to your toxicity, your need to make me feel worthless. Farewell to your self hatred, it seeps through your skin and onto my own. So long to your mindset, believing things will never get better regardless. To you, I say goodbye. I will free myself from your long,…

Sleepless

As the sleet pings against my window pane, I think of you. I think of what I meant to you then and what I mean to you now. What changed? The sleet melts as it hits my window, turning into cascading waterfalls. I watch the water droplets create streams and endlessly crash into and away from…

Photographic Adoration

I have had some absolutely wonderful people in my life and I simply want to take this opportunity to thank them. I love all of you so dearly and I hope you know what a positive impact you’ve had on my life. (yes, that is me with a stuffed Ed Sheeran.)

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Things I love Bubble baths Music Writing Social networks Learning Candles Chocolate/yogurt covered pretzels Peppermint anything Strawberries Kindness Snow Warm winter days Chilled summer nights Pumpkin patches Hayrides Toothpaste Headphones Pinapples Dancing Peaches Friendships Bonfires Rollercoasters Disney Snow Horror movies Books Satin pajamas Autumn days Cats Koalas Chameleons My sisters Finding a new favorite song…

To Resolute

As it is the New Year, I figured it to be rather fitting I decide upon my final resolutions and share them with you lovely, beautiful people. Write more. I m guilty of not always posting consistently, and for that, I apologize to you nd to myself. Writing quite literally heals me, as it allows…

Expressive Words

I find songs and quotes to express life and different emotions so beautifully. I fall in love over and over while listening to specific tunes and will spend hours on end searching for a quote that puts into words what I cannot. I have decided to take some of the most important people in my…

Happy At Home

There is something about being with the right people that feels so much like home, regardless of how long you’ve known them or your relationship with them. Personally, I find home to be sandy air or snowy nights, cookie scented kitchens and satin pajamas. Laughter filled air and old cartoons and Disney on TV with kittens tie together…

730

It’s been 2 years without you, now. 730 days and I still miss you the same. I still would do anything to have you back and to rewind to that December night. Gosh, so much has changed. Everything has changed but my love and yearning for you. I

Songs for Mom

The Best Day-Taylor Swift Long Live-Taylor Swift Heal-Tom Odell Ronan-Taylor Swift Back To December-Taylor Swift Breathe-Taylor Swift Don’t Let Me Go-Harry Styles Autumn Leaves-Ed Sheeran In Memory-Ed Sheeran Photograph-Ed Sheeran Quiet Ballad Of Ed-Ed Sheeran When You Can’t Sleep At Night-Of Mice and Men Amnesia-5 Seconds Of Summer Come Back, Be Here-Taylor Swift My Good…

Perspectives

I saw a picture somewhere on on Twitter that read “Do you ever wonder how an author would describe you? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?” It really intrigued me. My first thought was to send a mass message out…

Butterflies

Butterflies always seem to be romanticized and portrayed as a beautiful, airy feeling you get in your stomach when you see someone. What about the butterflies that stir things up and attack your heart as you walk to the front of the room to present or get ready to perform? What about the butterflies that…

Girls

Virtually It was just a few megapixels on a screen. Just a few little words and links and suggestions. Nothing that should’ve upset me. It’s not like it’s permanently engraved in my brain or anything. You were just a young, bored teenage girl filled with wrath and estrogen and I was the first target in…

Freedom in Chaos

“I know storms end in peace and rain showers create rainbows. I know diamonds are formed from the hardest, most seemingly worthless coal and wisdom comes from pain. I know there is beauty in the aftermath but when you tell me to look forward and push for that magnificent ending, you are telling me I…

Resemblance  

   The first time watching Tangled, the animated Disney film about Rapunzel, I noticed the resemblance between young Rapunzel to her mother and my mother and I. I have been told for years that I looked like Rapunzel (my lengthy blonde hair) and even more so since the film’s debut in 2010. The animated princess…

Remembering Her Service

December 18th, 2013. Three days after my mom passed. It was on a chilly, dark Thursday night. The people who she loved and who adored her gathered, suffocated by the pain of losing such an amazing woman. Poems were written and songs were sang. Oceans were wept and laughs were shared. It was a painful,…

Zodiac

Aries, don’t forget to breathe. Taurus, promise yourself to follow through Gemini, treat yourself the way you want the one you love to treat themselves. Cancer, at times life will paralyze you and other times it will go by in flashes. Cherish every moment, especially the ones that seem insignificant. Leo, love yourself before loving…

Self Love

Within the past few months, I’ve become so much more accepting of myself and I am so thankful and proud of myself for that milestone. For years I lived putting all of my love into others, making certain those around me would never feel the absence of love. I never stopped to take a little…

Traces Of You

You are the blissful melody the birds sing outside my window on crisp Sunday mornings. You are the gentle Autumn breeze that picks me off the pavement and gets me on my way. You are the fierce rain droplets patterning on my rooftop, sliding and colliding down my windowpane. You are the abundant aroma of…

Changing Time

I was naive. I am aware. I was full of fear. I am humbly courageous. I was hopeful. I am hopeful. I was self conscious and uncomfortable in my skin. I am learning to love the body I’ve been given and accepting my own skin. I was flawed and hated the flaws. I am flawed…

Waking Nightmare

Sometimes  I have lovely dreams Of being with her again, They are so realistic and all I want is to grasp every moment, And turn it into reality. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be with her, Happy and healthy, For as long as time allows. But time won’t. The crippled hands of disease stole…

Rust: Intro

There. Right there. I see him. Dull, worn gray hoodie with athletic sweats. His shaggy, copper hair is pushed back as the harsh storm blows into him. His eyes resemble rusty sapphires, but are hard to admire as his heavy eye lids shut firmly over them, becoming shields from the wind. Hands shoved into his…

Iris

She said “I love you” too often Because she grew up in a house where those were your first words and your last. She always wanted to remind others how much the meant and how deeply they were loved. She saw the pain and angst behind their eyes, she saw a bit of who she…

Countries

I never imagined my writing would ever come this far, or even be meaningful to anyone. It blows my mind how much you guys have responded to my blog. Thank you so, so much. It makes me feel unbelievably incredible as I examine the ongoing list of countries which have viewed my blog. I am…

Rain

br /> Grieving and loss is like rain; the way it feels, pouring down onto your skin.   You aren’t prepared for this kind of storm; even if you have an umbrella or raingear. Nothing can protect you from what is to come. As you walk your way to your door, umbrella held high, the…

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Hello! If you are new to my blog, first if all, welcome! You may not have read my previous posts from awhile back, and I don’t blame you; there are quite a few. I thought if you did want to read a few but y didn’t know which ones, a post on my best posts…

Ordinary

It is not rare when people approach me, asking questions about my life and praising my strength, saying I inspire them and have changed their view on life. Every time that happens though, I become confused. I thank them for the wonderful gesture, but ponder quietly to myself. There is nothing extraordinary about me, truthfully….

Waiting

I miss you And I’m waiting for your return. I’ve become quite impatient But all I want is for you to be home. I know your legs don’t work anymore, And I know blood no longer runs through your veins. I know your heartbeat stopped that December night, And I know mine almost did as…

Why I Write

Some people have a problem with the fact that I blog, and believe I do it simply because I have nothing better to do, for attention, and to copy others. Truthfully, they couldn’t be any further from the truth. I have my reasons for my writing, and I always will. I write first and for…