Journaling is simply pouring your heart onto paper. It is a record of your thoughts, and the happenings in your life. It is deciding that you need to let out all of the pent up thoughts in your mind. It is choosing to write when you feel like writing, not because you’ve told yourself you have to.
Dear Twelve, I’ve not forgotten you, do not worry. I remember that day you chose to wear that t-shirt. You know— the one with the giant head of a pig on the front, wearing a straw hat and chewing on a strand… Read More
My head, in a painful fog. My heart, in an aching war. Alone, out in the darkness. This blade within my core is severing all my joy. It’s strange to know that I am my own assailant. Every twist of this blade… Read More
I had the first few lines of this poem written and tucked away for quite a while now. I picked up on it again this morning and finished it in about fifteen minutes. It’s interesting how quickly certain words come to me… Read More
This has, and I believe always will be, one of my favourite poems that I have written. I wrote it in about ten minutes, after feeling a complete writer’s block for quite awhile before. And I’ve learned that the best ones always… Read More
When I was sixteen, my grandpa died. It was one of those heart-crushing, soul-devouring moments that brought my entire life to a stop; a red light. And I sat at that red light for as long as I could. I watched cars… Read More
I pulled my debit card out of the ticket machine, and retrieved my ticket as it spit out. I slid it in my jacket pocket, adjusted my purse strap on my right shoulder, and made my way to the concession. As I… Read More
I’ve thought a lot about what could have led me to this feeling, and I came up with a number of factors that I believe contributed to lighting a fire within my soul.