books are breath

 

A life without books is a very hollow existence indeed. Nothing else has the power to make me laugh out loud, cry like a baby, or scream in rage like reading a book can. I am open to all genres and am willing to give almost anything a try, even if it's outside my normal scope. My faves are thrillers/suspense but I am also into paranormal, drama, chick lit and YA. This is my first blog, so forgive my ignorance and if you see something I can improve, do tell. :) 

my poetry

I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager, most of it very dark and morbid. My adolescence was fraught with the kind of sordid mess that comes with having an alcoholic/addict mother and no father. I never told anyone about the things that went on and even those that knew about my mother's addiction still had no idea of the depth of depravity. The only way I could get the sadness and rage out was through poetry. Alright so that's some background for you. Here's a poem I wrote. I call it Darkness of the Day.

 

Feather by feather I am constantly plucking

But there's no swan underneath, just the same old ugly duckling

There are lies on my tongue and jagged scars on my heart

I wonder how it can be over when it didn't even start

There's no more light at the end of the tunnel

They shut it off because I couldn't pay

Now I just stumble blindly through the dark

So I can live to die another day

Currently reading

The Vacationers: A Novel
Emma Straub
The Bone Clocks
David Mitchell