Born and raised in the subs of Dublin city, Ireland. I'm a 33year old tarot reader witch bitch. I wrote under a ghost name (alexis faye) as frankly I love poetry mine isn't viewed by anyone so i wanted to share it, and got the courage to do so when I stopped relying on other people and started to carve my own path. I write mostly depression riddled poetry. Some are about my past including being sexual assaulted, abuse at the hands of several exs and alot of my poems are actually based around my ex fiance who is actually in jail for murder. My life isnt what I wanted but I'm here now sure.
"Life imitates Art, far more than Art imitates life". Hi, my name is Laila.. I love everything in Arts, I think Nature is the most beautiful thing humanity is blessed with. I love looking at the vast sky and the ocean because, for a moment it reminds me that society is small and I can create my own system/ pieces of art that doesn't need to fall in place with the norms the the system created. I write, yes, it's kind of something I kind of find solace in.. Delilah, my pen name. An entire different shade of me comes out when I am left with a notebook and pen.. Spilling ink has always been a part of me.. Uh.. I believe that kindness is the most beautiful of qualities one could have... You don't have to be rich or famous to be beautiful... You just have to have a... heart filled with empathy, love, compassion, humility and most of all.. Kindness. And then you are... Beautiful. For true beauty comes from within.. I'm 18 years old, currently a student, studying to be an English teacher. And very very nervous when it comes to speaking in front of a class... #confessions.. 2016 - There's plenty I'd like to state that just has that.. 'Wow' effect, I think the best word for this would be, Yūgen. Something about this world, this experience. To watch the Sun sink behind a hill and wait for the light of the stars. To wander into the unknown without reason or return. To watch trees sway and the colour of Autumn fall. To trace your fingers on your once so dearly beloved's hand and know all the routes on it yet... still not know that it was the last time you would touch them. To contemplate the paths of the birds across the vast sky and around the sun, and so, we have been.. Turned. xxxxx I tend to isolate myself sometimes... don't worry, Nothing is wrong, it's just the way I am, I find it more.... meaningful, as I go through different perspectives... .................( uhhhhh... Figuring out Where's Never land ... ^_^) ........ Anyway, Thank you! for going though my work... Cuidate!... Take care! Delilah Instagram : @of.blue.heart.waves.x
I am a very interesting person. I have been through hell and back, but I have decided to continuously go forward. I have been abused sexually, physically, and emotionally and I am a living testimony that can testify as to how a person can come out of any situation! Email me sometime to find out more questions or feel free to leave comments on my poems and entries. Thanks in advance!!
Born in the Northwest of England some would describe my upbringing as dysfunctional, I like to call it colourful. I would consider myself a fearless character at my best and a vulnerable creature at my worst, I believe that words in any form whether it be music, poetry or simply a thought are the most powerful gift that man has been given. I am currently training in the field of hypnotherapy and psychotherapy. Thank you for taking the time to read my words.
I am a confused being not knowing where I belong but I want to touch people with the arts and be touched myself I want to inspire and to be inspired I want to save and be saved and most of all I want to figure out my existence A quote from me although I haven't taken the time to look up if someone has already said this "Life has no logical reason." I have put my email up so for whatever reason if you'd like to email me. I will try my best to respond
I have always been sincerely passionate for writing. Nothing quite beats a great word or metaphor. Poetry has become my escape in all situations, merely because I find it to be an outer body experience in which I cannot explain. I just recently began sharing my poetry because I felt that certain pieces of my work could help someone get through a tough time, or simply put them at ease and make them realize life is short and beautiful. At age 25, I am now devoting all the time and energy it takes to release my writing to all who appreciate it, and can grow from it. Writing is my passion, my hunger and my thirst and it can move me in a way I never thought possible.
Not too much to say besides: Hey, maybe I'll share some stuff with you. Many things I've written I realize are basic. I am definitely not self-absorbed enough to think any of my writings are superior but, I also hope at least somebody else out there can relate. :) I also will probably hardly ever update this.
I am a single father, I am a son and I am a brother but to all I am a friend. My life revolves around all that I love and all that I love means I will keep on breathing and trying. I am mid 40's with a long and fruitful life ahead dreaming of calm and serenity in all I do. I am not "that" outgoing but enjoy time away with family and friends. Life now has become a place where I can watch the fruits of our labor ripen. "As we age and as we live life becomes less of a riddle and more of a poem"
“all human beings are also dream beings. dreaming ties all mankind together.” –jack kerouac a lover of my daughters a craver of my husband a hater of my mother a bastard by my father a verbal vomit harlot a harmer of the insides a liar to the outsides a destroyer of the pink lungs a friend of the destructive a master of the uh oh's a punisher of the organs a puker on religion a creeper to the creepy a harmer of reality a dreamer when inappropriate a receiver of the past a voyeur of the hidden a charmer to the eyes wide shut a seeker of the secrets a pleaser of his all mine a smasher of the system a thriver of the chaos a craver of salt ridden waves all while grateful for the grievance