I am a writer that lives in Fairfax, VA. I started writing in high school and have written off and on since. In 2005, I began to spend more time on my writing having had a life changing experience that took away all the roadblocks in my head that were holding me back. Since then, I've written steadily over the years eventually being published in a literary magazine in July 2008, and featured for a tribute to our troops on the USO website in February 2010. My work is more prose than poetry. When I started writing in earnest, it was a catharsis and mainly about my family. Much of what I write is dark and exorcises my demons...my past, my struggles, my heartbreaks. With a bit of luck, it will inspire hope in those who can relate to the pain and darkness. But other pieces can be lighthearted and funny, or sometimes romantic and passionate. My son is my biggest fan and is either featured in my prose, or is sprinkled throughout what I write. I would really like to be a songwriter, but I don't have any original music in my head so what I've written as lyrics would need a musician to work on them. Along those lines, my favorite writers are actually lyricists such as Rob Thomas, Adam Duritz, Stevie Nicks, Anna Nalick, and Toby Keith.
"Broken Seashell" [Lyrics] Don’t hurt your daughter She needs your pride Don’t hurt your sister She breaks inside She feels surrounded by enemies Please don’t hurt the girl That girl is me You sit and gossip that She won’t come around But judgment and criticism Is all she’s found She fights the invisible hands Forcing her to the floor She fights the instincts of survival To run out the door You don’t see her clearly Looking through your clouds Looking at the wrong things Like her bank account Looking at what she should change Not what she’s done Not at the strong, healthy man Her son has become Don’t hurt your daughter She needs your pride Don’t hurt your sister She breaks inside She feels surrounded by enemies Please don’t hurt the girl That girl is me She notices wistfully The pride in her parents' eyes As they behold her siblings' families In which they have pride The look that vanishes As their eyes turn her way The pride that disappears And then her heart frays Broken seashells get left behind Scattered all over the sand Perfect seashells get taken home Precious treasures in the hand
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The Patient (16/08/2011)
Waiting For A Star To Fall (15/08/2011)
Pink Tulips (12/08/2011)
Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice (18/04/2010)
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