“What a blessing, and what a prison, to carry it all.” A quiet unraveling in the dead of night. For the overthinkers, the insomniacs, the ones holding everything together.

“What’s the point of loving deeply, if the ending always feels the same?” For the sleepless hearts still searching for meaning in the silence. A reflection on memory, regret, and the questions that never settle.

“You saw the rawest, most authentic version of me— and even that wasn’t enough to change you.” A poem about love that lingers long after the wound. For anyone caught between letting go and holding on.

A life with a hearing impairment that wishes or dreams of better hearing - If I could hear well, I would...

This poem is about the deep pain of losing your mom before you ever felt truly wanted or enough for her. It expresses the longing to be loved, the childhood struggle of trying to earn her attention, and the grief of never getting the chance to prove your worth. Now that she’s gone, you’re left with unanswered questions and a lingering ache, still hoping she would have seen the person you’ve become.

In this first note, I open up about the painful truth of growing up with a mother who was trapped in addiction. I share what it felt like to be a little girl craving love, stability, and safety—but finding only chaos, heartbreak, and loss.

In this first entry, I’m opening up about what it feels like to be 17, lost, healing, and trying to make sense of who I’m becoming. This blog is my safe space to overshare, glow up, break down, and start again.

Navigating the complexities of grieving a loved one. The hurt never truly fades away, but in the end that's just the love that remains.

Remember the child. The first day the situation. how hard it must have been. Could it have been different?

Written about an upcoming music artist who stands on what they say with actions to match. Always grinding to get where they want to be.

The start of it all. Let me introduce you to my crazy life. Ill start by introducing my chaos and loves.

from Childhood to Adolescence to Young Adulthood to Maturity, a Brief History that is the Story of Me.

poem/letter to him that i really really wish he could read. it just describes why i broke up with him and why i didn’t tell him the actual reason.

alice lies by the riverbank, detached and disinterested, likened to a clumsy animal caught mid-slip. beside her, her sister reads a dull book, which alice finds irrelevant to her restless, distracted nature. the setting—a meadow beneath a towering tree—feels dreamy yet hollow. alice soon drifts into an otherworldly realm that mirrors her inner confusion, where logic twists and identity fractures. the narrative blurs the boundary between absurdity and reality, echoing her struggle to find meaning in a disjointed world. this reimagining explores alienation, perception, and the surreal distortions of growing up with no clear sense of direction or purpose.

"What is love? You find it's a small, winged animal trapped inside your chest, its varied beats signaling pain, thrill, or new passion. While some friends dismiss love quickly, 'falling in and out faster than a fumbling quarterback gets sacked,' and others grasp in vain, you eventually discovered love isn't easy, but it led you to your true soulmate."

A special needs parent must read from another special needs parent. Even if you aren’t A special needs parent it’s still A great read.

Have you ever wondered why the sky is blue? In this fun and easy explanation for kids, we explore how sunlight and the atmosphere work together to paint the sky blue. Science made simple and exciting for young minds!

What is this?! A fresh, current journal entry?!?! Will the wonders never cease? Today’s entry is fresh of the press and addresses my current emotional state.

This is about a girl with a eating disorder who struggle so hard. She has been on both sides of eating disorder, BED and anorexia. Hear another story and went through the same thing helped her decide to change for the sake of her life and her happiness.

This poem is a personal tribute to my mother, who passed away. It captures the pain of growing up without her and the questions that still linger about how life might have been different if she were still here. I reflect on the strength I had to build in her absence and the emotional battles I’ve faced alone. The poem speaks to the longing for her love, her voice, and the comfort only a mother can give. More than anything, it expresses the desire to feel like her child again, without having to be strong all the time.