Melissa Isabel E.
I'm a writer, finally coming out of the literary closet
Openly sharing my musings
My chronicles
Not told in order, but not necessarily out of order either
Notes on the mappings of my shadowlands and paradise
I am
a Woman
Artist
Poet
Lover
The Essence of a Woman
A few more pieces today from Volume I on the topic of truth and honesty, which can feel like drowning in air Truth Soft jazz, tea latte, and a blunt
Melissa Isabel E.Published 2 days ago in PoetsThings love has taught me
I've always been stubborn no hill was too small to die on and accepting an apology always felt like betraying myself because the damage was already done
Melissa Isabel E.Published 8 days ago in PoetsThe Essence of a Woman
Here is a collection of pieces I wrote in Volume I Transformed In an instant the lust inside of him transformed into something much deeper. Seeing her beautiful, open, and vulnerable heart being so willingly given to him when he didn't feel worthy was like exploding into a million pieces.
Melissa Isabel E.Published 8 days ago in Poets
The Essence of a Woman
These are the bits and pieces of my chronicles, written over the years, not in chronological order. Many parts were written on a note in my phone, in one of my many unfinished notebooks(of the ones I didn't incinerate), or on my computer. Sometimes divinely inspired. Mostly on impulse driven by my emotions craving release. Though I must admit, there is a fair share deliberately written, in moments when I craved nothing but the solace of understanding myself.
Melissa Isabel E.Published 21 days ago in PoetsA peak into my thoughts on being in love
Dear Lover, I love being with you and yet, when I am not with you sometimes, I wish you had never stepped into my life that I could live in the bliss of not knowing you
Melissa Isabel E.Published 28 days ago in Poets
Identity
I’m rebranding So to speak Or better yet, I’m de-branding For years I have hidden my writing behind ‘brands’, more like blogs, in order to distance myself from it
Melissa Isabel E.Published about a month ago in PoetsTurning on the Lights
Sitting in the dark, figuratively speaking, feels like anxiety, fear, stress, and sorrow, to name a few. It can manifest in either chaos or stoicism. Regardless of how you manifest sitting in the dark, it is always disempowering. It can often lead to more stress, anger, and overwhelm if not complete apathy, self-pity, and resignation.
Melissa Isabel E.Published about a month ago in Motivation
