I question your motives, because you hide them so well, I question your ability to trust, The feelings are bare, I can tell, that you only feel lust, I question your actions because they speak in a different tone, I question where you go, you leave in your mind you leave me behind, and that … Continue reading Question
I stay organized with what I like to call my writing kit. It's everything I need to stay creative and organized no matter if I am on the road or at home. I sometimes feel like a pack-rat [or like the garbage lady from Labyrinth] because I am constantly bringing my kit with me even … Continue reading 7 Ways to Keep Your Writing Organized
I had my baby! I'm so busy I barely have time to shower everyday. Although my writing is put on hold for now I am enjoying time with my new little one and my family. I hope to write again soon! Thank you for reading.
In the words of my intelligent husband- "I do not think, therefore I write." I love when I get an idea in public- when I'm out, and about with my day to day activities. These ideas inspire me to write. The best part is that these ideas just seems to come out of nowhere. I am … Continue reading Why I No Longer Think Before I Write, and How It Can Help You To Do The Same.
I tried to have a baby for almost two years with my husband. It was so devastating to me when I had that negative pregnancy test each month I thought I was pregnant. I had to take my mind off trying to get pregnant, so I started exercising regularly. It started with eating better, and … Continue reading How I stayed Fit While Pregnant
I've been hurt by the one I adore. They know of this passion and still hurt me more. I've tried to move on to mend my broken heart, take some time to ease my mind of their seducing art.
Budding with a first glance Blooming with a first touch Sweet aroma, like the sweet emotions we exchange The Thorns are the bond that grew to preserve its existence The rose may die, but is reborn to smell even sweeter than before Our love, I feel is like a rose
I wish I had a memory like an elephant, as you can see, I forget easily. I forget what it was that hurt me so, I also forgot to tell you so, I'll never remember to let it go. The memories will fade away. I forget why I got so mad, but I remember the … Continue reading Selective Memory
Traces of the smell of you The small purple flower matches the color of our passion It evokes emotions of love. Dried smudges from the writing on the withered pages rehearsed lines. I can still hear you read them to me. They keep me warm from the cold, from the loneliness of the night. Sealed … Continue reading Love Letters
The color red is on my hands Its in my heart I cannot stand. What's good is gone, what's bad is free, The color black it is in me. It grows to nothing, just pain and strive, It is just nothing buts it's inside. It haunts my thoughts it haunts my dreams, it's there for … Continue reading Red