1. Everything is only temporary. This is important when I’m going through a particularly heavy chronic pain patch. I tell myself this when I wake up feeling worthless. I think this every time someone says something harsh, or seems ungrateful. People are temporary, settings are temporary… everything is temporary. 2. We only live once. Maybe … More Personal Pieces: 10 Things I Live By.
So, picture this… I’m 14… I’m a teenager who is scared of herself. That is the truth. I was scared of myself. I guess I still am today, but I also guess I like myself more. I guess I still am today, but I also guess I like myself more. And it’s hard to be … More Personal Pieces: Why I stopped caring what people think of me.
It was never glorious when they fought in the dirt, and died on the fields. When mothers heard of death, and fathers didn’t return home. It was never glorious when children ran from bombs, and slept scared at night. The war was real, but we see it now as a glorious time. We romanticise the … More It was Never Glorious (Spoken Word).
I probably owe Harper Lee a thank you, a pat on the back… a hug. It was year 10 when I read To Kill a Mockingbird, and I remember it was hated by everyone in the class. No one wanted to read it and Of Mice & Men was the preferred text to read. However, … More I like reading because of To Kill a Mockingbird.
Free speech, free speech, do you want to spit it at me once again? Hide your words under a human right. A right to speak your views, what you feel, to tell the world how this is real. Free speech, a draft of your insults thrown into a computer, targeted at someones heart. Was it … More Free Speech (Spoken Word).
They told me hell didn’t exist, but they also told me monsters dont. Monsters are what reflects back at us, that shadow in the distance, the nagging voice in your head. I’ve seen hell with my own eyes, and it isn’t pretty. I have felt the flames lick at my skin, and watched the devil … More Heaven & Hell (Spoken Word).
To you, you cynic and you critic, spitting your words of hate. You’re such a pessimist, but I’m pretty sure you’re just pissed at how your life turned out. To the one who crushes dreams, they may seem impossible mine are just dreams, however I still chase them as if they are going to disappear. … More To the people who say that You can’t do it (Spoken Word).
They told me to write a poem, one to celebrate the art of rhymes, structures and creating something beautiful. I’ve always hated the ritual of celebration, its infatuation done wrong. My poem was awful, shameful and downright dismal. They told me to write something beautiful. My body was my blank canvas, and I wrote the … More They told Me to Write a Poem (Spoken Word)
Dance me round until we forget the time of day, or where we are. Twirl me in your arms as we glide like silhouettes, and dance in shadows. Dance me round and tell me its okay to be scared, because life is a mess, but we are piecing it together. Whisper that its just me … More Dance Me Round (Spoken Word).
Tell me how you kissed her skin, and told her she was beautiful. How you spoke to her with that soft voice you use, when you tell me its okay. Tell me that she thought the world of you, and believed you were the one. That you showed her rainbows, and smiled when she danced … More Tell me How you Treated Her (Spoken Word).