believe · blog · blogging · breaking free · courage · fight · inspire · memories · pain · poetry · pride · writing

Did You Miss Me?

Darlings!!!!  Do you still remember me? Do you still know who I am? The weird writer who talks too much, worries too much, the one who thinks she's a loser, the cat lover who's eccentric ways offends people, familiar? I hope you still know who I am, I have been away for so long and… Continue reading Did You Miss Me?

breaking free · courage · destiny · faith · fate · fight · freedom · home · hope · poetry · pride · writing

The Book Of Sorrow

Pen and paper. Heartbreaks and promises. Hatred and rainbows. Revenge and chaos. Love and madness. I am Ragazza Triste, a writer, a lover, a sad girl cloistered in my own private bubble. My fragile heart is a caddy of different stories and secrets. My mind is a mercurial chamber of mystic and wonder. My writings… Continue reading The Book Of Sorrow

brave · breaking free · broken · courage · damaged · darkness · death · love · pain · poetry · tears

Chester Bennington

  Born with artistic aptitude He conquered the world with his voice He screamed the trauma of his past Fought his demons through profound lyrics. He was strong, but only on the surface His wounds they would not heal His nightmares terrorized him in his sleep Everything felt so heavy. In the end, it didn’t… Continue reading Chester Bennington

blogging · love · promote · shout out · support · writing

The Blogger Shout Out

Yeheey! This is totally happening, darlings! I found another way to help out and promote fellow bloggers, I am so happy to share this with you, guys. Five bloggers will be given a shout out every week. I'll be posting their links on my blog for you to check out! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ORA5BVDJ3g Let me know if… Continue reading The Blogger Shout Out

broken · damaged · death · evil · fragmented · hate · lies · memories · pain · revenge · vanity

Cynthia’s Animus

The haunting echoes of yesterday maimed my senses The ominous melody of sadness filled my thoughts I closed my eyes. Reminisced The memories still etched somewhere within my consciousness. My private demons, detrimental chaos The betrayal, the obvious loathing, never ending I still have the names, written on a death note Wishing hell has a… Continue reading Cynthia’s Animus