I began my journey in writing when I turned 12 years old. It started with a divorce, and an alternative life that I could not fathom. Writing was the cure. It unlocked emotions that I could not speak for myself. The English language can become such a powerful tool; combined with your heart and mind, it can become a devastating weapon. But at times, it can also be the drug needed to eliminate the real world, and put you in your own world of happiness. I am now currently 23, and writing has saved me more than I could imagine. My dream is to become something through writing, because it is my passion. And all I could ever want is share the same gift to those who struggle the same. As I get older, I get wiser. And with each wise day, my mind begins writing it's own story. I am more than happy to be its author.
When I sit here only to think,
I can feel only one thing come to my mind,
It’s the words that I speak when I say I love you,
It’s my heart knowing that you are one of a kind,
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Nothing stops these visions from mobilizing,
Trust is our loyalty, but hate is our demons rising,
Which one are you? I feel it coursing within me,
I’m this or that, mad at the fact, I’m not what you want me to be,
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I'm burning up inside,
Feelings along with my pride,
Step inside, let's begin this ride,
Check the tears that I have cried,
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I’m only a suicide in this world waiting to happen,
I’m only a dream that’s falling; waiting to be captured,
A dream catcher if you may that has become missing,
As I pray with one hand talking to God because I’m wishing,
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History presents itself anonymously,
The strains and chains prevail,
Unblocking itself in a mystical of legends,
Subconsciously no one can derail.
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