I am a fire; I am not afraid to burn someone’s path with the purpose I’m trying to get across no matter how painful, by using word choice, line breaks, and an overall generalness so everyone can relate.
Favorite Quotes and Inspiration
Poetry of my Own
I think I still have rain somewhere in my heart. - Kelywn Sole
Sometimes it's a drizzle. Other times it's a downpour accompanied by thunder that rattles my bones and lightning that strikes the butterflies in my stomach. It leaves me breathless, and oozing out the emotions that I had held in that frail organ for so long.
Storm
god how i wish
it would begin pouring
and i could watch the rain
fall from my window,
glowing from the flickering
street light by my lonely house.
i want the thunder to ring my ears
and echo through the thick, humid air.
i want the lightning to illuminate the night sky
to where i can see into all the hidden
parts of the forest.
and maybe i want to watch the rain
because my own won't fall from my red
eyes anymore.
maybe i want the thunder to cry out
because i can't hear my own
pleas anymore.
maybe i want the lightning to show me the world
because i lost the light in my eyes.
i want to be a thunderstorm
so i can feel again.
Arms
some days i wish i was buried
six feet under ground
with dirt filling my lungs
until i stopped breathing.
--
other days i wish i was buried
in your arms
tangled in a mess of limbs
and i would not have to be afraid
of letting you go
any time soon.
--
but that it just a dream.
the reality is that you are too far for
me to hold
too far for
me to love
and too far for
us to become a
reality.
Insecurity
Insecurity will destroy you.
Insecurity forms in the deepest pit of
Your body.
And it will tingle
And it will thump
And it will slowly crawl up your throat
Until you are choking back on words like
Ugly.
Disgusting.
Nasty.
Fat.
Too skinny.
It rips your happiness apart
And hides it from you-
Somewhere you cannot find it,
Because insecurity likes seeing you
Suffer and
Beg and
Cry.
Do not let it.
Take your happiness and store it
In a place you can easily get it from
Whenever you need it.
Tell yourself you are beautiful.
Stare in the mirror and choose one thing
You like about yourself, even
If it is as small as a freckle on the back of your hand,
Because even that is a start.
It is your body.
You have control of it.
Show insecurity who is stronger.
Show insecurity it cannot torture you anymore.
Because you are
Stunning
Just the way you are.
And I know you can do it.
Depression
I am the melancholy breath
Escaping your lungs in bed at night.
I am the shakiness in your hands-
The trembling in your lip
As you try not to cry.
I am the storm that takes
All that you love
But people will only admire the scars
From my lightning.
I am the voices in your head
When you wished to hear nothing at all.
I am the monsters you see in the mirror.
I am heartless.
I live inside of you,
And I will absorb your emotions.
--
There's no escaping.
Good luck.
Flicker
sometimes i like sitting by the window
and watching the flame of my candle
flicker
at an irregular speed
while the wind howls outside
and the rain slams against my window.
the wick curves and burns and bends
the wax now a burning liquid.
everything around me feels so untouched.
i am transported to another world.
i could get lost just in the smoke above the orange fire
as it floats into the air surrounding me
burning and burning.
Northern Lights
It felt like it was a dream,
It felt like
I didn't truly exist in that moment.
--
And my god they way you smiled up at the sky and absorbed the lights littering the night
--
The way your eyes reflected the mixes of purple and pink and blue
--
I didn't know what was more beautiful you or
The stars above us.
--
The wind blew by and our hair flung into our faces.
You laughed and it was infectious and next thing you know
We're toppled over into the tall grass now on our backs
Looking upwards.
--
I didn't want it to end.
Or at least not as soon as it did.
--
The northern lights were calling your name.
Doubts
empty.
the room was empty.
my eyes looked empty.
my heart
was not.
my mind
was not either.
my heart was heavy in my chest and it felt like it expanded because i could feel my heartbeat pulse in my ears.
my mind had thoughts running miles in my head.
is she better than me?
she must be.
her eyes shine in the light.
you used to tell me you loved that about me
but i lost the light in my eyes when i felt like i was losing myself.
her hair blows in the wind
while mine becomes a tangled mess.
you accepted my flaws,
but you can't accept them when you meet someone more beautiful.
right?
because i'll never be good enough for someone like you.
i don't know how you had convinced me otherwise.
but seeing the joy in your face with her
while i was home alone crying into my pillow
and punching walls
made me realize
i was delusional.
we weren't meant to be.
but you've taken over my body and creep under my skin at times like these
where i feel alone.
i can't tear you out of my veins
and i can't tear you from the pit in my stomach.
--
i hear the front door open.
i don't dare turn to face the bedroom door.
i stay with my back towards it, eyes directed at the dark blue wall in front of me.
maybe if i'm sleeping we won't have to talk.
i close my eyes and ignore your voice echoing through the house.
i hear your footsteps creeping towards the door.
i hear the knob click.
i hear the crack of the hinges and your sigh when you see me curled up.
you call my name.
i don't answer.
i think you'd leave me alone,
but when i hear you come closer and not only closer but in front of me
my heartbeat quickens.
i bite the inside of my cheek and breathe deeply.
you whisper my name and beg me to open my eyes.
you know i'm not sleeping,
you just want to know why i'm crying,
but you left me with my doubts,
you left me with my mind,
you gave me time to overthink everything
and i know it's not your fault because you have other obligations,
but it still hurts.
your thumb carefully wiped the tears from my eyes and i slowly opened them.
you let out a breath you were holding in before climbing into bed next to me and pulling my shaking body into yours.
you didn't make me talk like i thought you would.
you said we could at a different time.
your lips peppered my hair with kisses
and your arms tightened around my frame,
but i felt so small next to you.
i felt so small knowing you'll find someone better,
knowing i wasn't enough.
i traced your skin with my fingertips
and told myself i'm fine.
it will all be fine.
but it's not working anymore.
Dead Reckoning
n. to find yourself bothered by someone's death more than you would have expected, as if you assumed they would always be part of your landscape, like a lighthouse you could pass by for years until the night it suddenly goes dark, leaving you with one less landmark to navigate by -- still able to find your bearings, but feeling all that much adrift
i didn't ever think that you'd be gone this soon
i didn't ever think you'd be ripped from my hands
and that i'd have to hear the words, "i'm sorry."
"she didn't make it."
i didn't think that that phone call would be our last
that that "i love you" was the last
i didn't think God would have done something so cruel
I was eight, i didn't know what pain felt like besides
scraped knees and bruises,
so when i woke up one morning and the realization hit me,
it hurt.
my whole body ached.
i miss you more and more everyday
and people keep leaving
i want us to be whole again
i want my heart to feel whole
because it doesn't without you-
without the others.
--
i learned today that it's called 'dead reckoning.'
i didn't realize everything i'd be missing until
those moments where i want to be able to hear your voice
on the other line
or feel your embrace
one last time.
Fell
and for a second
i thought that you liked me again.
i thought i made your stomach fill with butterflies,
i thought i made your eyes glow.
and then you told me about her.
and my heart dropped,
and i wasn't sure why,
surely i wasn't jealous, right?
surely i didn't like you again.
right?
it aches to see you with them
it aches to even be around you.
i can't erase our past no matter how hard i try.
maybe you can,
and i think that's what you did,
but please,
i'm begging you,
don't pull me back into your life again.
i don't think i can handle it.
Ghost
And you may not be physically here with
Me anymore but that
Doesn’t mean i still don’t feel the
Throb in my chest or
My head spinning
When i miss you and your words.
--
You never really left.
Return
the wind rushed past my body
and i swear i heard it whispering in my ear
that nostalgia would soon settle in my aching bones
and remind me once was and what can never
be again.
You
i thought i was doing okay but then someone said your name and those memories i thought i finally had pushed away flooded my system until your voice was running through my veins, and the way your eyes looked like the stars had met in them was enough to make me feel weak in the knees.
i still remember.
i think i always will.
Move On
you keep walking.
you keep placing one foot in front of the other.
the pain you feel doesn't matter.
you keep moving forward because you have to,
not because you want to,
it's part of living, it's part of growing up.
i just didn't know i was going to have to do it without you by my side.
Monster
You found the cracks in my walls
and although I told you it was holding back
something treacherous and unimaginable
and a monster consumed my brain
you weren’t afraid to stick your hand through
and fight off the darkness with me,
and I couldn’t thank you enough for that.
Static
and when everything around me
was just static and I couldn't
differentiate my dreams from my reality
I looked at you.
//
And you weren't there anymore.
Poison
every breath i take
fills my lungs with the poison of your words
Exist
and darling i do not want to exist
if i cannot exist next to you
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How I've Grown
Manuscript #1: Escape
Manuscript #2: The Open
Manuscript #4: Unsteady
The "something completely different" manuscript allowed me to combine two of my favorite things: dance and telling a story. Through this dance I explain hope and struggle; the powerful moves show hope, while the moves with releases show struggle. The dance is similar to my writing style -- there's a deeper meaning and message, and often show contrasting emotions.
What Has Changed
The more I write, the
More feedback I receive, the
More I experiment, the
More I realize I
Have grown.
As detail in my writing
Increases,
So does the imagination
Of my readers.
As my writing becomes deeper and
Darker,
I feel more connected, and more willing
To write, and give a story, and
Cliffhangers
And something that
Tugs at your heart.
With my usage of line
Breaks
I keep the reader wanting
More.
With my usage of punctuation,
I keep the reader
Wanting
More.
I will continue to grow as a writer
The more I write, the more
Feedback I get,
And the more I read.
I am a writer.
I make you feel
What you've been trying to avoid
All along.
Works Cited
- Drake, Robert M. Beautiful Chaos. United States: Lulu.com, 2014. Print.
- Kaur, Rupi. Milk and honey. Kansas City, MO: Andrews McMeel Publishing, 2015. Print.
- Iain S. Thomas, and Jon Ellis. I wrote this for you: pleasefindthis. United States: Central Avenue Publishing, 2011. Print.