It started the moment they told me, they could fix and reform me, left to my own devices, I would be my own worst enemy, That my differences would eventually end me. That my awkward life would ultimately bend me. I believed them, I didn't even try to reprieve them. Which led to years … Continue reading Come to Me Again…
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Day 4: Reflection
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkFVMDlcJF8 Sometimes.... Sometimes, my heart just hurts, and then I hear a song and it threatens to burst. I'm not sure what is worst, being so close you can taste it, or the fear that you'll find it and waste it. Sometimes, the right time never seems to come, Hopes are high and then … Continue reading Day 4: Reflection
Princess Crocodile
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgtdETevhUY There's something sexy about the way I dance, I can't stop shaking in my pants, I take a breath, eeerch what does that even mean? I can't write that, it's just obscene, who cares who sees or if anyone is watching, This little tune has me hopscotching. Across the floor and begging for more, it's … Continue reading Princess Crocodile
Day 4: Something Beautiful
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwtljkGZJnI There are whispers drifting over the airwaves, they sweep me away lift me into a daze. Surreptitious susurrous, with a switchblade synopsis, separated by moments of serendipitous sustenance, Kindness on a whim, bringing me in, telling me stories I crave to hear, only to pull them away and replace them with fear. Baby, … Continue reading Day 4: Something Beautiful
Day 1: “In the Woods”
https://youtu.be/zU7co2-yn_Q From the Inside, Out... We can be free, we can be free, what does that sentiment say to me? I close my eyes and I'm surrounded in green, the leaves of trees whisper to me of the things they have seen, They don't bare the harsh assessment they never condemn, green to my namesake, They give … Continue reading Day 1: “In the Woods”
Beginnings
BE FREE When I first started writing it was a therapy, a way for me to get all of my feelings out so they wouldn't explode on the world around me. Somewhere along the way, I started writing for other people, it was something I was good at and like the middle child stereotype suggests, … Continue reading Beginnings
The Inkling 