Whiskey

You’re like whiskey in my throat Burning every time i swallow And truth is I hate the taste of it I could barely hold in a glass If you think it’s an analogy of us Or whatever it is that we have Please take a seat with your pretentious little head The same one I …

Like a Storm

They say to paint a picture Or drown in a memory I’m tired of these emotions When they turn into rhymes Heartache can be said in just one line But I don’t know what to say this time   I’d write you a song If the moment isn’t wrong If I pour my emotions Like …

Carousel

Forget about perfect endings This isn’t the same old story Carefully placed my heart in a jar Carefully played the pieces one by one Now I’m staring at the mirror full of cracks Letting myself disregard the facts Trying to see things clearer But I’m stuck in this circle Jumped out in a second Rode in …

My Love For You

My love for you… my dear and wonderful. The one who leaves me wonderstruck to this day. The one who enchants my heart. You’ll never know how much you mean to me, how I can never really mean much to you. So if I can ever tell you what my heart and mind ties together …

Rainbows

They said there’s a rainbow After every storm It’s been raining for so long I forgot about the sun I’ve been running for days Finding for shade But you run into the rain As if it can wash away the pain You dance with the lightening Go with the beat of the thunder While I …

I was drowning in a river of denial

This is a bit old and I wrote when I was in my junior year of High School, I was maybe around 15 turning 16 back then and I was in this transition from doe eyed little girl to a girl with opinions and a mouth that cannot shut up. I was trying to better …

Poet’s Block

The feeling of no inspiration where your mind just cannot come up with any creative outlet, where you feel empty and frustrated.  These blank pages And ink scratches Is her irritation The empty inspiration The cold wind whooshes Blowing her pages Ink splattered the floor This irritated her more It took her half her time …

Failing to Fall

I have the tendency to write something where it can be interpreted in many ways, I believe that perspectives of the meaning of a certain work is quite fascinating. It’s like looking at 1 image in a different angle from everyone else. Just like this one it’s called “FAILING TO FALL”and I’m entertained by the …