Why I Write

For the eerie unsung melodies 
echoing in my Carnegie soul.
 The unpainted Van Gogh masterpieces 
hung on the walls of my mind.
 For the epic saga drafts 
Spielberg dropped in my dreams. And my Audrey Hepburn side
 no one will ever see.

I write for the kisses that tripped
 off my tongue on their way to his lips
 but fell lifeless.
 For every word dyslexia twisted,
 and every dream my memory erased. 
For the showers 
that told me I’m Whitney Houston,
and the nights I believed 
I was Allen Poe.

I eat, I sleep, I breath, I write- 
It’s the only way I know to survive, 
I write to keep me alive.

About the author

I'm just a girl getting through life. The things I most enjoy the pursuits of passion. Poetry, music, art... the beauty in life that gives a glimpse into a soul. It's what makes life magical.




  • Lana Rafaela Cindric June 30, 2016 at 6:29 am

    This is absolutely breathtaking!

  • Abrar Ajaz November 11, 2016 at 5:37 am

    I write to tell her: You are still alive in my eyes…