Whisper's Melody
The Language Of Words
For as long as I can remember, words have always found a home within me. I was quite young when the art of literature planted a deep rooted love inside of me. As I get older that love only continues to grow stronger. Writing will always be a part of me.
Let's Connect Frequencies
I like to think as myself as a chameleon. I'm often very flexible and able to adapt in a way that reaches most people. I've always been someone whose good with words and find great connection within them. I am never limited to one thing and believe in multitudes. Due to my broad characterstics- my writing can touch base on all sorts of things that I've witnessed or experienced during my life. I've always been someone who picks up on the energy around me and I've gotten better at helping surrounding parties while balancing out my own needs. I'm always looking for a way to reach others and help them become aligned with their best self. At the end of the day, I hope my book is able to help or connect with someone. I'm a strong believer that our fingerprints never fade from the lives we have touched. Feel free to contact me if you need more information or anything.
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The Language of Poetry
Unspoken Art
I look to the world around me for fresh inspiration, and each project I work on is a unique and fulfilling experience. With years of experience and love of the written word, I am able to adapt my writing style to suit the needs of my client, whatever the industry and project type, without losing my artistic voice. I invite you to persue a selection of my most recent work that will be feautred in my upcoming book . Get in touch for more information.
Coming Home
There was a time where I was suffocated by my pernicious surroundings. I began to wither and turn from the sun; while forgetting where I belonged and who I was. I no longer held my ground and claimed my roots. I tarnished my truth. Now, I’ve begun to nurture and hydrate my own soul, unapologetically. Things are much clearer and I’m twice as strong, as well as ready. I’ve weeded out my garden from the venomous squatters who only hindered my growth. I will no longer allow what’s toxic to occupy my safe space, ever again. It’s time to live. Life is truly beautiful and I will be my truth. I allowed myself to bloom and my flowers are finally blossoming. I’m coming back to me.
The New Age
Let’s take an applause for a life of facade.. Social media is a platform built on many lies. Where narcissistic bullies are often disguised and these same people will believe their own cries. People are always praying for another’s demise and standing up for yourself has become a crime. It’s like our society has grown into “Lord of the Flies.” We are stealing from trees and embracing the shade. Friendships are planted on the very foundation of hate. We are consistently growing more things to be fake. It’s as if we all forgot what it means to relate. Break down your life and passions, everyone is influenced by something and yet, we continue judging. Obtaining the most likes is now the newest addiction and we set it in stone as an endless competition. If we aren’t self invested, we then resort to dissing; while forgetting how to use our voice as well as to listen. We live behind our keyboards as if we are some sort of perfect lord, always fiending for the feedback that makes us feel adored. Gaslighting is one of the newest trends and we can’t speak our truth without making our own bed. Entitlement has become a stomping ground, for all those around. Who cares who likes what or first, but here, take your superficial crown. Are you truly happy now? It’s like we all battle to be unique, forgetting that authenticity is the key. There is more to you, as there is to me. Don’t let anyone stop you from who you can be. I don’t think people understand that unique is only on the surface (ego) While being authentic is your soul purpose. The competition needs to stop, otherwise we’ll keep burying one another until the top. This is not how we should live, each and every single one of us has so much more to give. Why do we build prisons to put one another in?? We tear one another apart and act like none of us have a heart. All because we’re focused on the look of our charts. Like where is the love and how do we start? There is enough sun for everyone here and yet we hold back one another back based on fear. Fear of someone reaching the potential we are too scared to achieve, so instead we forfeit our dreams and turn to envy, all while turning more friends into enemies. I really don’t believe this is our destiny, but each of us hold the key, to work towards a better reality
Better.
Our relationship was merely a scrunchy elasticized to your wrist. To me, you were home, but for you, I was always expendable. I was anchored to your arm as you became one in my life. I was always there when you needed me and as close as you’d let me be. But I was never your commodity. For so long, I strung along your wrist bathed in the eggshells I’d walk in. I’ve become nothing more than your circular marionette. At times I would be forgotten or lost, but I still came back. We were attached. But slowly and surely our bond started to loosen. You kept tugging at me and fucking pulling. Then one day your use of me was too much and I snapped. That day I was at my worst; discolored, broken, and torn in half. You decided to throw me away and leave me to put myself back together. I was replaced in a day and things were bitter, but now it couldn’t be better.
"If you don't have any shadows,
you're not standing in the light.'
Lady Gaga
Whisper Mikiah
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