Do you Mind?


Would you mind 

If I laid my head back, 

shed my skin from my bones to create new skin , 

closed my eyes… 

and dreamed? 

Would you mind it if it meant that the first thought I head upon awakening was of me instead of you? (Rest assured thoughts were always of you)

Would you mind if I was selfish for a little while, carving out a place in the sand for my own little ocean to pour into every inch of me that feels exhausted, tired, wasted, and abused? 

Would you mind? 

I hope to God that you mind… 

Our conversations were always a monologue of you

Scratch that, I hope you don’t mind at all, because if you do it’s still about you and all my rose-tinted psychedelic excuses will mean nothing. Nothing. Nothing. 

Do you mind…

Do you care… 

Did you ever care… 

Nevermind, it’s all too f***ing bad 

I’m grabbing my time, my paintbrush and dipping it into the paint of my self-worth. I’m going to paint some beautiful pictures. I’m going to do it all, new paint streaming from the determination of my own selfish care.. you are no longer invited.. lest the paint be dried out and vacuumed away into the shrivel of your second-rate air. 

Thank you all for reading! I don’t know why I almost feel apologetic for all the poetry lately, but it’s something that is healing for me and I need to get it out especially during the times I’m feeling low. Do you Mind is probably one of the most angst filled pieces I’ve written and it’s due to the fact that I am feeling so entirely tired lately. I am in a weird place in time and this is one of the things that helps me on the journey through. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this poem! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments. 

-Till next time!

What is Reality? 


“There is no such thing as originality.”

Gone is going towards the thing you’ve always wanted most.

Wind is the thing that feels best when your going against it.

Time is a ticking clock that is there but always forgotten.

Society is a word built and reinforced by a group of people with no individuals. 

A mug is the half-filled cup you sipped one night.  Made empty when my eyes opened and I turned alone in my bed and you were gone again.

Sucks that I was never the person you wanted most. 
Thanks for reading! Let me know your thoughts on this down in the comments! I don’t know why, but I’m really happy with myself for this one. I hope you enjoyed. 

-Till next time! 

Passage 

Tiptoe across creaking stepping stones 

Quiet is a privilege for the wicked 

Taking the hidden route between empty walls

To meet the one with the ticket 

Gone with no light to brighten the path

Nothing to help the young flee 

To see the love the other half 

Of a woman who had never been free

What gossip would ensue if others knew 

Of the two lovers little rendezvous 

Gone would be their hideaway

But no pensive worry would come to pass

When all that matters is a love that would last 

In a time of medieval gain
Thank you all for reading! Let me know you thoughts in the comments.

-Till next time! 

Can’t Breathe: National Poetry Month


A constriction of air in my head 

A pressure beyond I can contest

An anxiety building out of control

A feeling that is full of undeniable fear 
I pace and rage 

What can I do 

How can I fix

This terrible feel
It burns and hurts restricting my chest 

A fish in water yet can’t breathe none the less

Helplessness and intensity stabs at me 

Ohh how I wish my airways wouldn’t fail me 
Let me breathe 

Clear the path

Calm the storm 

That’s a wrap
Thanks for reading!!! I honestly feel like this way too often. I hope you enjoyed this short poem. 

-Till next time! 

National Poetry Month: Poem Prompt Challenge 


I have created a poetry prompt that I will attempt to write a poem for and one that I challenge you to do as well! Thanks to a class I’m taking I’ve taken an interest in some experimental poetry and this prompt is designed to create just that something different via random thought generation. 

Here what you do. Open up 3 different books at random, close your eyes and put your finger on a random word. The three words you find have to find there way in the poem. *Bonus for writing whatever comes to your mind without thinking about it too much* 

Experimental poems form their own intrinsic meaning that will not be understood right away, but that’s ok, and probably a good thing! Let your mind flow! 

The books I choose: Impulse by Ellen Hopkins, Frozen by Melissa De La Cruz, The Dead House by Dawn Kurtagich

The words: Brink, moment, crap

Give me a moment I am on the Brink of Finding someone to listen to my song 

It worries me how it all can flip on it’s head going right and hurrying along

There is something good about misconceptional crap

A turn of the dial and your walking into a room of carpeted glass 

I’m on my way to somewhere, grossly clean wall from here to there. A piece of my flesh gone fading 

The wind always whispers somewhere

Fragments of everything dance across stagnant air

I’ve gone to hear the gossipers ears open to the caviate born from watered error 

Thanks for reading! This is officially one of the weirdest poems I ever wrote, but as unusal as it felt it was a lot of fun. I hope to see some of you participating in this! I know it’s a little strange but that is the point of it. I really want to see how weird things can come out as being. 

-Till next time! 

Announcing My Camp Nanowrimo Project! 

The time is almost upon us! Legions of writers coming together for a single month to write as many words as their fingers and time will allow. Camp Nanowrimo! 

I have not successfully completed any Nanowrimo of any kind since I tried for the first time a in 2015. However, I am trying once more and this time I feel confident that I can conquer this beast that has been plaguing me since my mom ignited the writing bug inside me not so long ago. 

I am 18 years old, a short unedited novel under my belt and a poetic heart to share with the world. I refuse to let myself give in to the temptation that is procrastination, because if I do not write, I am silencing an aching part of my soul. 

So I am proud to announce my participation in this April’s Camp Nanowrimo!

May the Lord guide me and keep me on the right path. 

I have chosen to write a poetry book this time around. Poetry is what sparked my love for writing and it’s only write that my first successful Camp Nanowrimo is a book of poetic thought. 

My word count goal for this month is 25,000 words. I already have 1,368 words written towards this book and whatever number that I end up with before Camp starts will be added with the 25,000 so I stay true to the process. 

Here is a single poem to give the tinest taste of what kind of tone I want this book to take:

You spoke sugar words into my mouth 

Brought me to life with you’re black poison

I was tethered to you by affirmations 

You said I was pretty, smart, courageous 

My heart grew for your own 

Yet you used my love for your advantage 

You knew I would follow you to the depths 

And to the depths you took me 

Destroying me with your sought after addictions
In my head it will be a mix of societal call outs. Our hearts obsessions and being the subject of oppression. It will be dark. It will hurt and it will not be pretty. I’m so excited to write this book! 

Thanks for reading! Please let me know your thoughts on this poetry book and any suggestions for themes or any specific issues you would like for me to cover around Obsession and oppression. Also let me know if you would be interested in a bit of darker poetry at all and if you like the vibe the poem I included here gives off. Thanks for being here and for the continued support! Let me know if your joining or thinking of joining Camp Nanowrimo! My cabin still needs members so I’d love it if you could join me!

-Till next time!

Forever Ado


Forever Ado

You cause my pain 

A hole in my heart 

I wish to be whisked away 
You put on a mask 

Of kindness and good

Then you stab my gut 

And smile as you do 
You pretend you don’t see

The hurt in my eyes 

My cries for help 

Or the tears that fall 
Your lies are a web 

That suffocates your life

You know what you do 

Then you turn a blind eye 
Why do you patronize me?

Why do you haunt me so?

Why do you laugh in my face?

Why can’t you simply leave me alone?
I wish to be free of the pain 

To be free of you

To live my life 

And be myself 
Let me go!

Let me break from my bonds!

Cut the chains! 

Tear the ropes!
That is all I ever ask 

Is for freedom in this life

Freedom for love 

And freedom to live my life.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this piece. It’s a bit darker than what you all mostly see from me, but I wrote it a long time ago and felt compelled to do a sort of throw back post.  Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

-Till next time! 

Bells and Whistles 


There are all these embellishments in life 

Put there to make the world a bit prettier 

A flower in a pot, swirling designs on paper, 

The little freckles on the face of a cute boy you saw last Sunday

Except nothing in this world stays the same 

The flower grows dies and a new one takes its place 

The paper crumbles, the freckles increase and Darken 

Those things you thought were pretty appeal to you no longer 

 Beauty is a bit like cloud watching 

Every fluffy cloud is something different to different people 

I guess that just means there is truly someone for everyone 

But even the plainest of people can be changed by the right bells and whistles 

People change like the clouds 

Constantly moving forward in a blur 

Coming back to you unrecognizable

Masks come off 

Masks are put on 

Natural becomes misshapen 

Plastic elements melt away 

We are built by relics of our previous selves 

Taking fractured pieces from you at all the stages your life creating one being 

One moment and the pieces break evermore 

Another and the glass of hope and you are made whole again 

So who are we? 

Are we who we are now or are we our past? 

Or are we who we choose to be by our embellishments?

Or are we truly a swirling storm of all our decisions, pieces, and looks….



Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this piece of poetry. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I make of the world recently and somehow this piece felt necessary. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. 

-Till next time!

Can’t Type at All


There’s a time where 

Your minds flipped 

Distracted 

Wandering 

Thinking 

Hoping for too many different things 

There is a time where 

You just don’t know what to do

There blankness in front of you 

Mocking 

Laughing 

But you just can’t type 

Words 

The devils 

Are elusive 

Hiding away 

Visible yet just out of reach 

Just enough for your dedication to die 

I need to type 

I need to write 

Without words 

My mind will die 

Yet they are gone from me 

Vanished into the air 

I wish for them 

But they don’t come 

It isn’t fair

I’m dying 

Slowly 

From a lacking mind 

Does too much of everything 

Cause brain cells to die?

I just need to find them 

Strinng them together 

And my mind will be in order 

Starvation in a writer’s mind 

Is wanting to write without knowing letters 

Thank you all for reading! My brain is not working right now and I was doing everything I could to write a post and nothing was working and out came this poem. Sometimes struggle gives birth to something good from time to time. There is always a silver lining. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Till next time!

My Anthem


This nation needs to band together 

Hand and hand 

Skin to skin 

There is no difference in our hearts 

Just taught hatred 

And hundreds of years of false memories 

Our anger has created our pain 

We must mold that anger 

Turn it to love 

We must change our hearts 

To see that those before us 

Are here with us trying to be 

There is no reason for envy

No reason for bitterness 

No reason to raise your hands against another 

There is no race 

This is no orientation 

Nothing in death 

We have created this filters in living 

Built our brains to see our difference 

I am white so black must be wrong 

No, that is wrong 

I was born in the world to see that because I am human, I can appreciate all color 

Because color is beautiful 

Our hearts are beautiful 

Let us not wallow in our pains 

This world was not built to be against us 

I choose to put my heart with yours 

Because I know this world is not meant for this self-destruction 

Our history is one of war

Our present is one of both hardship, suffering, and an artists hope

Don’t let our future be in ashes 

This is my soul before you 

My true passion 

And my dream 

Will your soul your beating heart beat with mine 

Or will you remain silent or choose to be blind in anger 

We can make our lives better 

This is not the time for silence 

Sing out and sing proud together in harmony 

Because as the grating sound of clashing voices is ugly and painful 

Our voices flowing together can make this world beautiful 

/ Thank you for reading, I hope you take these words to heart. I had another post planned for today, but I was once again reminded that there is something greater that needed to be said. My poetry is my medium to raise my voice. I would hope that you do what you can to raise yours too. Whatever you care about, whatever your passions, please speak out. Let our hearts beat together. Praise be and stay beautiful, inside and out. 

-Till next time