Hold My Hope | Poetry

These stars have died, bloodshed Lights sparkling on the other side Hold the hand of the lost Hold the hand of the condemned These self-called saints Wreak hell in the streets (Knock on doors) Hold the hand of the never was Hold the hand of the never were Thousands have died For misinterpreted sins (Fall … Continue reading Hold My Hope | Poetry

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I’m Trying To Improve Myself But I Also Want To Take Care Of Myself

I've read an article recently about how Millennials (such as myself) are addicted to self-improvement. The article mentioned how self-improvement in itself is a good idea but there is a dark side to it as well --but only if it's done incorrectly. Buying a self-help book doesn't immediately mean you're growing yet it feels like … Continue reading I’m Trying To Improve Myself But I Also Want To Take Care Of Myself

My Home Library Needs a Self-Help Section

When I was 13 I would walk into a bookstore looking for the latest YA novel now as a 20-something I go straight to the self-help section. I understand I am only 22 years old and shouldn't be too consumed with the stressors of everyday life. But here I am writing about how I need more … Continue reading My Home Library Needs a Self-Help Section

Spitting Out Cliches

I love you to the moon and back I'd say, Jupiter or Neptune, But there's nowhere for me to land I can keep going through space To equate my love with its distance but the farther I go I realize to the moon or the stars Would only make me miss you Roses are red, … Continue reading Spitting Out Cliches

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Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

I want to wake up next to you Wrapped around in your arms Or back to back on the opposite sides of the bed All I want is to know your presence I want to wake up smelling coffee Brewing, while you try to cook breakfast It's either burnt or slightly cooked We opt for … Continue reading Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate

Photo by Alex Robert via Unsplash  Is there such a thing as soulmates in the romantic sense of the term? I once thought a past love of mine was my soulmate. Though my evidence was shallow and my reasons could be pure coincidences and not handed out by fate. Now, 12:20 a.m on the clock … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate

Falling Apart and Burning

I am sitting in a burning room and all I can say is that I am fine. By the next few minutes, I would be buried with the ruins of my sanity. I am watching flames dance until everything becomes ashes along with my desire to live. Turned off my phone, my Wifi, and social … Continue reading Falling Apart and Burning

ironic inspiration

Thank you for the love Unconditional I am blessed But you have damned my poetry With every touch I hear angels With every written line The devil would detest Hell bent on ruins Of my pathetic verses Interrupting my flow It’s love, for all they know Passion and angst Replaced with a metaphor Stripping my … Continue reading ironic inspiration

Pieces of Peace: “New Love, past pieces”

Now explain to me this: how can you possibly love me? How you can love someone so damaged baffles me because I can’t see what you see. But I would like to welcome you here, where every single one of my relationships came to die. Oh they’re all still alive; they just decided they were … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: “New Love, past pieces”

Pieces of Peace: i am not your manic pixie dream girl

I could just be some hipster wanna be but instead you called me a “manic pixie dream girl” some two dimensional literary trope. It was sweet at first how you liked me the moment you saw me though that should’ve been a red flag. You said the moment you saw me and not the moment … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: i am not your manic pixie dream girl