In My Own Words

Timing. Timing is a funny thing. I've often found that the timing of my life is exactly what is needs to be. I've found that life tends...

From a very young age, I have been an incredibly introspective person. I have always taken pleasure in watching the paths my mind wanders...

I want to show you how beautiful you are to me. Everything you are inspires me. I want to fill your room with mirrors and make you look...

It started with a pomegranate. At least, that's the way it seemed. It felt like it was the pomegranate. Being someone who's prone to...

What is feminism, really? I once thought feminism was for man-hating, ego-driven, tyrannical women who held some personal grudge against...

My last day of high school started off like any other day. I woke up, went to school, signed some yearbooks, and decided to stop off at...

Of course I mean metaphorical darkness. A place I like to refer to as "beneath the ice". A place that I dislike immensely, even fear. The...

When I first decided I wanted to start keeping a blog, I thought I would make it a sort of self-help site. I wanted to call it: How to...

Why does the world fall silent when all I want is its sweet hum to dull the noise in my head? Lips grow still. People pull away. Why am I...

This poem was written to be performed >>> I don't want to be beautiful. At least not in the way you mean when you say that the first time...