Message from Writer

When I was little, I wrote stories about things I could never do, but wished to, people I would never meet, but wished to. Today I write to be heard. For being heard is as important to me, as it would be for those who can not speak. I write to understand myself in a way that fiction is believed by children - to draw a character and breath life into them, is to ignite the fire in hundreds, if not thousands of people.

If you write, congratulations - you’re a writer. Though, you are not an author until the ink that flows from pen to paper creates a story unlike any you’ve ever heard - the story that leads you down your own yellow brick road.

I wish to one day be not a legend, but a legacy for the next generation.
Who will you be?

Hoping for Better

September 5, 2018


Hope is my core - without it I’d be an empty vessel floating aimlessly.
Hope is my motivation - my inspiration.
I hope for better.
Better for us all - not just me.
But what I hope for me is not better for all.
It is better for me.

I carry the damage I’ve made.
This damage is at large with me.
I carry pieces.
Pieces of my shattered heart and the pieces of others.
I carry memories.
Never all good - for I am a burden to my parents.
I give nothing.
Nothing but hurt, pain and suffering.
For I do not know why.
Why I am so cruel?
Why so nasty?
For I do not know why.
I am yet to know.
Yet to understand.

I take.
Take from the poor and needy.
Poor in strength, poor in spirit.
I give yet again - more pain and suffering.
For I do not know why.

I am a burden to all.
To all, I am your burden.
I have been placed somewhere I am not wanted.
Where no one wants me.
This world is not fair.
This life, not fair.
But no matter how loud I scream it, It does not matter.
For I do not matter.
For I am your burden.
Your burden that hopes for better.


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