I cry when I read poetry emanating love And hear raps voicing confidence It reminds me of the internal whispers imprisoned within me Once soft, poetic, confident Now screaming like a newborn child To be brought into the world To be free To give this girl I call me the confidence and love she is…

This is not a hobby It is passion Writing this is not meant to trend This is soul and expression That heads your life in a new direction Words Words are power But useless When not meant to give and empower Kindness and truth always win the battle      So keep your heads up It’s…

sometimes the girl’s soul is an ocean wreaking havoc in the storm’s eye, sometimes she will not silence her need to defy, sometimes there are predators hunting within her, but she only sits quiet, alone, and cries – g.m.c

  two left feet, elephant arms swinging, movements way off beat, from the tippity top of tired lungs, tortuously loud singing, unstoppable, music rushing like blood through her veins, messy tendrils of golden hair are probable, naive and displeased with life’s foolish games, she dances, dances to release this pain, spinning around, until reality can…

i can not feel bad for desiring to be alone. just me and my mind. i can not continue to resist the obligation i feel to immerse myself in the external world. the force i put on myself to be amongst others and to be normal wears me down, so that the pull inside of…

A really great ted talk on spoken word poetry: … i am going to try and get it right this time around;)

the barometer dropped a true storm was coming rebellion struck as passion began to ignite in every earthly soul the air clear of agents not attuned to our biology lungs filled purely on the prana that was meant to be there no manipulation in the sky just conscious creatures in the night in balance with…

opinions rush to the forefront and set up their defense not allowing visitors for fear of offense my feelings must be protected they are that immense i forget feelings are there to inspire and express not to protect feel – g.c.

expectations ruin the little things but the little things mean so much when you don’t need them to be something more   – g.c