Monster

Innocent little fingers And dainty little toes Out of purity Vial corruption grows There are those Who would seek to lick these fingers with their filthy tongues And chop them off before the festering’s begun Advertisements

Breaking Silence in the Night

An old poem of mine dug up today: Breaking silence in the Night “I need to be with other people” I understood I accepted I was fine How could I be fine? I should have been cut It should have hurt I wasn’t surprised Almost as if I had already known Or felt the same…

The Fire that Drives me

I have had an amazingly inspiring week in Australia so far, and it has spurred up many feelings and thoughts. My dance professors often tell me that whether I will make it as a dancer depends on if I have “the fire” or not, the passion and drive. They say this as experienced professionals who…