Ink on a page She begins to understand Writing isn't about the big words you use Nor is it about the complex devices It's about clarity It's about the writer as a person It's not about the pen Suitcase zipped She cries about leaving But she knows Moving isn't about destination It's about new … Continue reading She Knows
New continent, new city, new adventures...or so I hope. Honestly though I have no idea what to expect. I have an image in my head I suppose but I know the moment I step off the plane (or some time around then) that image will probably be shattered. This is going to be my second … Continue reading New Adventures, or Big Mistakes?
You smile And you don't worry about how you look You don't worry about everyone remembering you at your worst When their eyes meet yours Because you never knew What that year did to me You never knew how you were witness to my demolition Instead you forgot And being forgotten is not the worst … Continue reading You forgot my demolishion
I looked in the mirror today and saw someone else I saw you weren’t smiling today, so I didn’t too I got lost in the forest, but the forest was really just my thoughts I thought I leant something new, but nothing is new anymore I wrote a poem today but the poem wasn't from … Continue reading Today
With a martini in my hand, i'm ready to take a stand Here's to all those broken truths, the ones you didn't mean to shatter Here's to all the things I shouldn't have said, oh how alcohol makes them run through my head Sometimes what you say just gets too much, words so sweet but … Continue reading With A Drink
Being in love means hard questions. Will I? Won't I? Should I? Could I? Yes? No? you? Me? There is no me without you. Is there a you without … Continue reading Being In Love, A Poem By Eden Streit
*self harm, depression triggers I used to be the kind of person who wanted, actually no scratch that, needed to know everything. I'm not really sure what triggered me to be like that, I just know that it got to a point where I would use any means I could to figure out a secret. … Continue reading Intrusive (my story)