It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
it took me awhile to see.
i left a paper trail of poetry, a path for you to follow when you finally decided that you needed me after all, whispers in the dark that would guide you to my heart looking back, i should’ve known that my words would never be enough see, i’d been screaming for years,...
a storm of change.
we watched the sky, saw the clouds paint it black, a breath of foreboding staining a canvas that was once covered in a million shades of blue there is a storm on the horizon and we are becoming something new, dark light meets white shadow do you feel these winds of...
that wild, wondrous magic.
i trespass into late hours listening for wings, waiting for something luminous to pierce the night she arrives draped in the last summer green, all gypsy magic with flowers in her hair she knows every secret the dark holds, and her eyes shimmer with the light of a...
you cannot keep a storm caged.
we tried to capture time in a bottle, thought we could rake up all our past lives, practice some secret spell to only keep the parts we liked in a sad attempt to avert change we thought, maybe, just maybe we could tilt the scales in our favor but life doesn’t work...
dark hearts and the girls that fall for them.
i called him a white knight, this golden god with a tongue full of lies masquerading as promises he was more pretty parasite than beautiful beast, more monster than magical being he had eyes made of smoke and mirrors, and a kiss that tasted like truth he dressed in...
Book Review – Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine Von Radics
Mouthful of Forevers is a poetry book by Clementine von Radics that pulls at the heart strings. She reaches out to her readers, sharing her story in poems and prose. She manages to elicit emotion with every page, every line. Normally, I'm not a fan of romance or love...
step into the fire.
a decade descends into yesterday’s ashes, minutes moving rapidly despite the debris you say we must push forward, that the lesson is in the journey, that each second brings clarity even when the dawn is gray and smoke-stained because time is a phoenix but i am not...
maybe.
i craved the open road, the quiet peace that comes with being alone, copper sun shining on a burning horizon, the highway sound carried like whispers on the wind i wanted to travel the world, my heart much too big for this small place we would climb to the roof and...
we make do.
we eat worry with yesterday’s leftovers, anxiousness swallowed down with a bit of bread that we bought with loose change found between seat cushions years of empty pockets have left us accustomed to its stale taste it will be another long day today the poems will have...
we are poetry.
words sit thick like cotton on the tongue waiting to be spun into a dress of pretty prose for strangers to wear, letters and lace to drape across the shoulders of people we will never meet, soul stories told by hands that hold tendrils of magic we move between...