At 27 years old, I should really know what my career is like. Now, I am just about to change it AGAIN.
Bittersweet responsibilities of work
You would think I'd welcome having people looking forward to my work. But instead, I'm filled with dread and freeze up. Why am I so petrified of attention?
The healing effects of pointless, tangible art – stop procrastinating, create your own therapy!
Hobbies should be something that allow you to lose yourself in the activity, something that brings you pure joy and has no other other purpose entirely.
Silver lined umbrella #poem
Chose to walk streets in search of hopeBumped around, ran out of smokesTraced my pavement steps as if on ropeLoosely tied round last night's jokes. Slept with new beats instead of blokesShook my head, that's me folksBack to the cold and newfound dopePaint this umbrella with silver strokes.
Exit through the shape they drew #poem
Step by step away from you Step by wrecks to get to gloom Step by step I sing to you May our fates forget us two. Close the door on wishes who Close to hearts forget us too Closest words jump out to who May stand close and paint us blue. Exit through the shape... Continue Reading →
Sheep in snake’s clothing #poem
Have you ever sat down and counted the lives you’ve led? Good daughter, class clown, all the heartbreaks you’ve met, Like a sheep in snake’s clothing, the lies you shed, And if the next dream breaks, at least your heart is fed. Have you ever sat down and counted the people you’ve crossed? Who see... Continue Reading →
Night falls, I call #poem
And if I sing of home, I dream of mountains not yet climbed, I let the birds travel through my voice And twist my vocal chords into a nest Large enough to house a lonely traveller. And if I sing of hell, I point at shadows under my own bed, Climb the duvet to flatten... Continue Reading →
Waiting on lies #poem
Meet me at 7 you said I cross off my errands and meet you halfway What food to get It’s 8:30 now, I’m starving but okay I wonder, have we ever met Or are we heartbreak yet to create?
Grant me blessings to freeze this ocean of joyto cut myself the waves and to hoard them safely at home. Grant me blessings to hence level the seato fish and rocks and truth and yield what I have sown. Grant me blessings to resist even the fiercest windsto promise lands if I should cave and... Continue Reading →
Mind’s seasoning #poem
To stay the same While leaves play dress up in the mind What a shame To choose cornfields over winter beach sanding What a waste When one is standing where no one can find.