Been writing poetry since I was 14. Though, I had the chance to compose rigid poetries at 23.
I have one self-published book 'Of Raisins and Lovers' for which a revised edition is already underway, I rushed publishing this right after my mother died. I dedicated that book to her but now, after 11 years I decided to rewrite and edit the poetries that I have written there.
I've had creative and writer's block for years, right after my mother died and been through a hellish relationship with a narcissist-- the healing part took a large part of my membrane and took me years to get back at my own feet again.
Join me in my new journey of finding my way back to the yellow brick again and clicking my shoes.
Feathers floating in the air
came out of nowhere
glitters sparkling in my arms and my face
couldn't find the trace
...
Five years.
All the tears that I have cried
I've left it all behind
You pushed me away so hard
...
I want to wake up with you one day
with a ring on your finger.
With you, my search is over
and my chapter begins with you.
...
You are teasing me with your smell
Your neck, your hair...
You look at me with a passionate flare
That sweet innocence that matches up with a devil's glare
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