People sometimes ask me, “Why do you write so much about love?” The truth is, love has been both my greatest teacher and my most painful wound, and it’s the one thing we all carry, no matter who we are or who we love. The same is true of grief: it spares no one, and … Continue reading The Threads I Return To
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When Perfect Isn’t the Point
Everyone thinks writing a poetry book is about sitting in a café, scribbling beautiful lines into a notebook, and waiting for inspiration to strike. Sometimes, yes, in the beginning, that's exactly what it was like. But the truth is, writing a book is equal parts, joy and chaos, and for me, often more chaos than … Continue reading When Perfect Isn’t the Point
Second Books and Breathing
and...breathe. I have been learning how to breathe again. Not the automatic kind, but the slower kind, stepping away from people’s noise, not getting involved, holding back my energy on my days off, just being with myself, and of course my husband too. Trying to find some peace, or at least work towards it. I … Continue reading Second Books and Breathing
Quiet, it’s October (poem)
Autumn leaves fall silently. As silent as my lips have been lately. As quiet as my soul, not subdued just still. Letting those around me unravel with the wind. I stay silent. I turn inward with the curling leaves. And I breathe, so deeply, peacefully. Calm inside a world turned orange and gold. Nothing but … Continue reading Quiet, it’s October (poem)
To Love Like The Weather (poem)
Golden, light beams through my soulSoaking, rain falls liquid goldFeelings, deep like thunders roarLoving, hot heat lightning scorched Some days, love arrives like a change in the weather.Unannounced.Unruly.Unforgiving. It doesn’t ask.It doesn’t knock.It bursts into your life, trailing golden light and drenching you in something so radiant, you forget what it felt like to be … Continue reading To Love Like The Weather (poem)
The Power Of Real Words
There is a reason that some words hit differently. Those words get spilled directly out of a mind, of a heart, a soul. They are real. I don’t write poetry for it to be perfect or to be revolutionary but for it to be honest and raw. They come from me, from something that is … Continue reading The Power Of Real Words
The Fear (poem)
Lock upon the bathroom door Crashing, screaming from behind Locked in fear upon the floor Message sent to no reply 2am, belongings gathered Right beside of your front door Venom spat into my face Get the fuck out, I want no more Petrified from rage ignited A part of you, you hide so well Beautiful … Continue reading The Fear (poem)
Beautifully Unfinished
Through life, so many roads lead to nowhere but does that mean we can’t enjoy the journey? So many stories beautifully unwritten, but does that mean they never happened? Were never lived? All of You are my scars and I have learned to love each and every one, each a reminder of the beautiful disaster … Continue reading Beautifully Unfinished
The Little Things (poem)
Car park views, cold coffee and grey skies Dry eyes for the longest time Chipped nails and a few extra pounds Smiles and laughter still surround Windowsill desk and no wall divide No need for hearts to hide And it’s funny how we sweat the small stuff And let all the past ghosts haunt us … Continue reading The Little Things (poem)
I Am Ready (poem)
I am ready Breathing and alive Terrified Honestly, i’m still a little bit insane But the best people are right? Battle scarred from the car crash that is my life But i know you can’t drive Do I still need my seatbelt? Will I forget how the lows felt? A fighter all my life Will … Continue reading I Am Ready (poem)
Ryon Maverick 