selfishly creating

one day i stopped creating, because i was creating for other people. the day i stepped out to try again is the day i started creating for myself. the words flow, and- writing heals me. Advertisements

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a letter to my illness

(this is messy, this is raw, this is real. it was written in 30 minutes so i apologize for the lack of eloquence and beauty.) “hey t1d, nice to see ya. again. and again. i think i see you almost everyday if we’re being honest. i’ve tried writing about you. angry writing, sad writing, happy […]

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innocence

 a gentle figure tip toes around our room as to not disturb me when i sleep. but you often forget that i am a deep sleeper, and i want to remind you that it is okay to be selfish. stuffed animals are scattered on your bed and dried flowers are still placed in the vase […]

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my thoughts on falling in love

i’ve always been a bit petrified of the idea of falling in love. here is what i think about it: “the feeling of love scares me. being in love, falling in love, or having someone else love me. i’m petrified of not knowing where i will be in 10 or 20 years and wondering if […]

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lavender walls

the lavender walls envelop me and my soft white comforter is a blank canvas where all of my thoughts lay to rest. my head hits the pillow and i am asleep- dreaming of far fetched ideas and realities that only are true in my own existence. in the purple room there is a mirror that […]

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when i was 16

this is a little blurb that i wrote reflecting on who i was when i was 16 years old. here are some unfinished thoughts of how the Lord started working on my heart in miraculous ways. “when i was 16, my voice crawled its way out of my stomach and the sweet taste of bitterness […]

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singing in the shower

i ripped page after page out of my journal. some of them were filled with words that scattered the surface of the paper, falling into a puzzle only I had the last piece to. others were blank, awaiting my pen to scribble lines of hidden lyrics that i hoped had a deeper meaning as i addressed […]

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i didn’t always like my coffee black

i cradle my cup of black coffee in the morning, wrapped up in my cocoon, and gaze out my bedroom window while i watch life pass me by on west alameda. i didn’t always like my coffee black. my friend claire drank coffee as dark as an ill lit country road on chilly, gloomy, mornings at summer camp. […]

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unfinished italian poems

i spent ten days in italy for a band tour. i got to play music, talk about Jesus, and apparently, find a new reason to write. these are unfinished thoughts that crossed my mind while i was away. begin again “wandering where no one knows my name. above the clouds i am but a dot […]

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jet lag and writer’s block

as i lay in bed, tired from jet lag, i think of why i can’t write. do you see what i did there? in case you didn’t know, i don’t usually rhyme. my words and thoughts don’t mesh, but are a humble and jumble of chaos that is in my head. i try to write, […]

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