My Own Happiness | A Poem

I’m closer to where I want to be

Not as far as before

I dream of a better time

I doubt I’ll ever stop

Proud of my progress

I have so much further to go

Still I’ve never shied away from hard work

I can’t help but think my time is coming

I’ll put the pieces together

Spread my wings and fly

Find all the ways I can enjoy life

While I cultivate my own happiness

Love Each Other | A Poem

we take our losses in stride

can’t win every time

after all we know what it’s like

to be the underdog

with nothing to lose

but a lot to prove

there’s nothing we can’t do

because our love for each other

is all that matters

This Or That: Book Genre Edition

Prose or poetry?

I’ve read more poetry this year because I took a contemporary poetry course in university. I’ve also written a lot of poems this year as well. But I love reading prose more than anything.

Young adult or adult?

This is tough. Some of my favourite books are young adult. Now that I’m older, I enjoy more mature stories as well. That said, it’s easier for me to relate to young characters.

Romance or paranormal?

I’m not the biggest fan of either. Please don’t come for me. Depending on my mood, I’ll probably reach for a romantic story instead of a paranormal one.

Fantasy or mystery?

These may be my two favourite genres in general. I’m a huge sucker for mystery stories. I can’t write one to save my life though.

My Hope | A Poem

Thank you

for being

an escape

even on days

I needed space

Thank you

for being

my hope

even on days

I wanted to let go

A Day | A Poem

Waking up, getting ready, eating breakfast, opening and closing the door, putting the key in the lock, stepping out, jumping into a vehicle, climbing stairs, saying good morning, asking how are you, working, watching the clock, waiting for your break, wishing it was lunch, thinking about the ones you love, wondering about them, worrying if they’re all right, planning for the night, speaking to yourself, checking your makeup in the mirror, fixing your hair with bare hands, sighing at the end, calling it a day when your job’s done.

Your Voice In The Noise | A Poem

I’m here today

Because of you

I wouldn’t be the same

Don’t know what I would’ve done

I heard your voice

When I drowned in the noise

Learned To Disregard | A Poem

I want

the world

to understand.

This is

who I am.

I’m a

different person

than I was

yesterday.

You dismiss

what your eyes see

since you have

some preconceived belief

of how people

like me

are supposed

to love.

You have

to do better

because

I’ve already

learned to disregard.

Words To Maim | A Poem

Words to maim

What good are they

Dirty mouths

Half a brain

Shout slurs

No respect

Sharpen blades

Don’t deserve

Time dulls

Never earn

Power fades

The joke’s on you

Your ego inflates