A poetry collection of the bursting thoughts at the seams of my heart and my soul; the words I can't say to him, her, them, but think to myself. Their weight holds me down and drowns me, but I want to breathe. The collection is done. I'm spending time on myself. Thanks, everyone.
"“Mom, I think I’m pregnant,” her voice trailed off, she stared at her hands. [She] rotated her body, striking Amy across the cheek. The cheap ring on her finger made a mark." Amy faces a dilemma a growing number of teenagers face, and feels pressured by her mother to make a decision that Amy does not wish to make. I...
A five poem collection, detailing religion, home, mentality, heroes, and abuse. Each poem follows with an analysis and justification. "The toxic existential words of divination or sacrilege wear out my lungs, so instead I search for sufferable air that I can breathe." - Losing Faith/Finding Conviction by GDwrites
"If this isn't happiness, I don't know if I'll ever find it." The flowers decayed and she watched as the memory of him decayed with them. Mia and Daniel were once happy, until he lost his job and then his mother. Turning to alcohol, Daniel became abrasive and closed off, eventually leading to verbal and physical abus...