I know there’ll be a day When I simply let my soul out. Like a creaky old moat Cascading from my throat, As if I swallowed the murky Slurs I sang myself to sleep with. It’s an intimately corrupted Sing-song feeling. Each harsh note passes by, I appreciate every beat, Because if I feel pain, … Continue reading Foresight
Lately, I feel as if Something’s hidden. Tucked somewhere Above my head, Twisting my hopes Cannibalizing my thoughts Until I feel vertigo and gloom. It’s like I’m not in control, Like what’s haunting me isn’t real, But it is. Like an instinct. Like a raw, untethered power With little conscience, And less soul. Like a … Continue reading Star-Crossed
If I had a hundred suns I’d give them all to you. They’d twinkle out Like dying stars But they’d warm right up for you. I’d give them out Fifty by two Just to watch you sing a tune, They’d twinkle out Like dying stars But they’d warm right up for you. If I had … Continue reading A Hundred Suns
Oh man, what a year 2017 was! It feels like a mini-lifetime since I started my journey towards becoming a fiction author. In a way, it has, and through this journey I've learned so much. From how to develop story elements, to organizing a whole novel, and even learning more about presenting myself as an … Continue reading Updates for 2018
While the past month and a half could be described as stagnant, stressful, and overall lack-luster, one singular fact stands out among the rest: I learned A LOT. I have a bad habit. I jump from hobby to hobby, favorite game to favorite game, and any show not consumable within a day or two (or … Continue reading A Lesson in Slowing Down
It's been one hell of a month, let me tell you. Yesterday, NaNoWriMo 2017 officially ended. For those of you who don't know, it's a yearly event focused on inspiring writers to finish a novel, or 50,000 words, within the month of November. While I've already written my draft, I used the event as a … Continue reading 68,000 Words and Counting!
To Be Loved It’s the warmth under Wooden floorboards, The crescent waning moon. The comfort of a loved one, Under a Sunday afternoon. It’s the beaming bright Sun, crawling crevices To fill the dark corners. Breathless breaking waves Swallowing small imperfections. It’s someone waiting for you, Waiting for the tears, Calling for your heart, Seeing … Continue reading To Be Loved