officialvermill

Roses are red, violets are blue, poetry is my fav & and so are you! Okay, I'll admit, a bit cheesy but who cares. ITS VALENTINES DAY (or the day before ). A day for love and family, to celebrate relationships and the lack of for all those singlettes out there....But hey, being single is a love of its own too. We don't shame single daisies on the day of love, we embrace all with open arms with overly sugared donuts, flower arrangements, candy grams and chocolates!..... so... many.......

There’s a quiet kind of courage in sitting with your own story. Not the polished version you post online, not the one people project onto you, but the real one. The one with the crack and childhood dreams you never pursued. When you decide to poeticize your narrative, you’re doing more than telling your story. You’re shaping it. Sculpting it. Breathing life into the parts of yourself that the world tried to overlook. I’ve learned that your voice is not just something you speak with, it’s...

Some days I wake up with poems already waiting for me. Other days, I don’t feel like being a poet at all. I just want to exist, quietly. No metaphors. No crowd. Just me. “To be or not to be” hits different when you’re from East Los. It’s not just some Shakespearean quote, but a question that hums through the streets and backed up driveways. To be, means to survive, to still love though everythings tried to silence you. To not be… well, that’s the temptation when the world asks you to perform....