When times get hard and I’m losing myself You sing the song my heart needs to remember itself I hope you’ll always be here because through the chaos you’re all I hear even when the darkness scared my love away you gave me yours and promised it will always stay -2011
You’ve seen me weak and you’ve seen my scars But you still think I can shine as bright as stars im everything short of wonderful But you still think I’m beautiful And it’s my insecurities that make me act all distant But you still believed in me from the very first instant -2011
The stark, winter night beckons me to glide my starry ink pen across the sky. -January 2018
Maybe if I was a flirt, then this hole in my chest wouldn’t hurt. Baby I would whisper sweet things into your ear, If you would finally see me waiting here. Maybe if I touched you like this, You would leave me with a kiss. But that’s not me, Sorry I’m not everything you need me to be -2010
I’m so excited to have the first installment of Poet Interview Project be Emily poet of From This, I Bloom. I read her chapbook months ago and instantly went to her Goodreads page to write this review: This might be my favorite poetry book I own! The trouble with Chapbooks is, you’re always left wanting more! I love the variety…
I’m just asking someone to love me Honestly and faithfully I’m not asking for too much And I’ll give it back in ten fold I just need your love Wholeheartedly and truthfully
I’m being pulled in seven different directions like a fitted sheet stretched over the mattress stretched too thin, I’m too tired to fight. I lost my elasticity.
Writing Poetry is a creative and expressive way to let out your emotions and thoughts. The most important thing is that you enjoy writing it and it aids to make you happier and healthier. But if you’re looking for some tips to improve your writing process then let’s start here! Use Your Own Words Any time you see a…
Scars fade but it’s like this pain was handmade for me.
I forgot your name And it was such a peaceful silence inside my brain. Never thought this day could come With how much time it used to tumble Through the wind of my thoughts. I have finally grown and moved on And the quiet up here is pure magic. -Nov 2018