Eye Of The Storm

Seeing the storm from my eyes.


"No one ever says goodbye unless they want to see you again." -John Green I've always hated goodbyes because I have a fear that I'm condemning it to be the last time we ever speak. What if the cosmos heard... Continue Reading →


This Week In

I recently started writing short poetry and posting them on Instagram stories. I realized that a 24 hour timeline isn't exactly the best way to publish my work so I'll update my weekly posts on the blog here. You can... Continue Reading →


I have been typing for so long and yet I hardly have two lines. I keep writing and then pressing the backspace button. Type and erase, type and erase, type and erase. It's so easy. Convenient. I can make mistakes... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #41: Islands

now that you're gone, i see everything i needed to be waters that drowned me way too deep i just let them engulf me but now that you're gone, i see everything that i can be if i can swim... Continue Reading →

Asking For It

She should have stayed at home In the kitchen And cooked food for the family But she went out Wearing jeans and a full sleeve top And so fate handed it to her She was asking for it. She should... Continue Reading →

Comparing Books To Reality #2: The Third Party Bitchiness Syndrome

Have you ever noticed typical romances have a few characteristics in common? Let's talk about one of those today- The Third Party Bitchiness Syndrome. Really bums me out. So I'm gonna rant about it. Girl meets boy. Initially thinks he's... Continue Reading →


I could die tomorrow. He keeps telling me I'm like a flower that needs sunshine and rain and a shed over my head that protects me from the thunder. I have thorns inside my petals that sting the wild dogs... Continue Reading →


I saw a vase of flowers lying on one of the outdoor tables of a preppy looking restaurant. They were beautiful purple flowers standing tall, elegant, graceful. They were the sort of flowers you see on the cover of home... Continue Reading →


Closed eyes. There’s not much to see here. Just to feel. Too much to feel. Closed veins. If I don’t keep them pinched, all my blood might pour out like the fountain of youth that can choke you in its... Continue Reading →

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