Gray Letters

Hello friends, I'm back again. I know I pulled my poetry a few months ago, since then I've decided that maybe I would like to keep sharing some of my work. Not everything. I'll still be keeping some private, but sometimes I just need a space to ramble. A place to put feelings out in the universe. So I'm posting a few old ones, and plan to add some new ones here soon. 🙂

When you already know that one song is about to repeat 47 times in a row, but it still hits every. single. time. @Xav0c.exe felt that sh!t in my soul!

Pulling my poetry collection from the platform. Sometimes you put things out there, and then you realize they belong somewhere else. I'm ready to keep those pieces just for me now.

I'll still drop thoughts here on my wall occasionally, but the poetry stays private.

To those who left encouraging comments, thank you. Truly. It meant more than you know to have those raw pieces seen and held gently by people who got it.
-Gray Letters

One of the biggest misconceptions about writing is that authors control everything. We do not. Once a character is fully realized, they develop their own instincts, patterns, and flaws that they are not ready to confront. I can build the framework. I can foreshadow the outcome. But I cannot force them to grow faster than they are prepared to. That tension between what I see and what they are willing to face is where authenticity lives. This open letter, The Author’s Warning, explores that space.

The bar is on the floor, and they still can't clear it 🙃🫠
Late night writing inspo is B.S. by Jhene Aiko 📖✍️🏾

Posted some poems that had been living in my drafts for a while. Some were written on heavy days. Some on healing ones. I didn’t want to carry these into the new year without giving them somewhere to land. So I’m sharing them now as a way of closing one chapter before beginning the next.

Happy New Year!

Is today the day I take the hint,
Stop knocking at the door?

You’ve left the porch light cold and dim.
Am I not welcome anymore...

Spammers never rest! Now they’re dropping their info in images because Inkitt filters out certain words. Gotta hand it to them for creativity, I guess.

The other day, I was in a funk, and the right song came on and changed everything. It's amazing the way a song can find you. The way a few notes can shift the air around you. Anyway, I wrote a new poem about music and the quiet kind of joy it brings.



🎶 Say what you wanna say, and let the words fall out...
I wanna see you be brave. – Sara Bareilles

For the last five years, I've been deep in the world of writing novels. Building characters, chasing messy plotlines, writing stories full of heartache, healing, and all the gray in between. But at the start of this year, I found myself craving something different. Something smaller. Quieter. So I tried my hand at poetry.


I didn’t come into it with rules or expectations. Just my laptop and some feelings I didn’t know what to do with.
Some pieces came in a rush, others took their time. But every one of them let me say something I might’ve been too scared or too tired to say out loud.
This page is a soft landing for those thoughts.