Month: May, 2017


light flickering,
lips quivering,
a silence,
a halt.

blinded ears,
deafened eyes,
all these years,
hidden cries.


What it Means to Build II

If this is what the power of writing can do; to purify our minds and our hearts with words we never knew we could speak, then I don’t ever plan on stopping.

What it Means to Build I

I may be broken, but I am slowly taking down the crumbling walls of regret I have built around myself, replacing them with words for bricks I have arranged with such eloquence and scrutiny, as it heals and shapes me into the person I truly want to become. Maybe to build does not necessarily mean to use bricks or cement. Maybe to build can be accomplished by using a sheet of paper and a pen. If that’s the case, then maybe to build is something I’m built for.