How I Finally Got The Courage To Be A Writer

I always labeled myself as a writer but back when I was 18 I never had anything published. Neither did I try to get published. I spent most of my time writing on this blog with only very few readers who would occasionally leave nice comments. But it still felt like I was only a …

Dear Cupid, You’re a Jerk: I was a Hopeless Romantic when I was 10

I wish I had a time machine so I could give myself a long lecture about boys and priorities. I would’ve told her that if Hermione focused on getting boys to like her she wouldn’t have been a great witch or worse she would’ve failed a class. If only I could give her a glimpse …

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 …

Late Night Love

Tired city lights, lazy neon signs, and street lamps people looking for bar stools, lonely eyes and a drink Shmucks looking for love in a lust filled palace a mix of desperate lovers and horny bastards doing anything to get into someone’s pants covering tanlines where wedding rings were supposed to be There’s the lonely …

Tale of Two Loves

  Your love chokes me and I no longer want thatI said you take my breath awayBut you are crushing my windpipeYour love makes me bleed, your love makes me cryLove hurts but we took the metaphor literallyWhen I said I wanted a crazy kind of loveCall me insane kind of loveWhat you gave me …

What I Meant

When I said let’s go out for coffee I meant to ask if you like me When I said I like talking to you I meant to say I’m crazy about you When I said I write poetry I meant I’m all out of inspiration And I’m tired of writing about him When I can …

Pieces of Peace: Letters I Never Sent

One: We’ve gotten closer; we exchanged books and playlists which were equivalent to sharing pieces of our souls. We shared secrets that we never told anyone else and it was the first time anyone would raise a fist to protect me. You gave me a book and I saw it as a way to tell …