The Wishlist

If there was one thing in the world 
That I could have


I just want to disappear...
Just be gone forever
I would never had bothered anyone 
Or screwed up their plans
To never have existed
Would be my one wish that I hope 
Would come true
I'm crushed, crumbled, fallen 
Just pieces of glass 
No more reflection just gone 
Gone, I want to die to never 
See this broken world ever again
Or maybe my eyes are broken
And I don't see the world 
The way I should see the world. 


I went though some serious depressing moments in my teen years and still to this day I don't know whether or not it was legitimate or not because I was never diagnosed with anything. Was I just someone screaming for attention? Asking for help was and still isn't easy and I have always had issues opening up and sharing myself with anyone. I am just grateful I had an outlet to get me through.

Just Say It

When a song can't say it all
I like to say it myself
Because if I don't, I know I won't 
It will not come out at all

When words can't express how I feel
I like to show it any way I can
Because if I don't, I know I won't
And I'll walk away as fast as I can 

When words and actions can't say it all
I like to sit and think to myself 
Because if I don't,I know I won't
It will all come crumbling down


This was a poem I wrote a long time ago, sometime back in high school during a very moody time. Then again, I think everyone had moody times growing up. If you didn't then I really would like to shake your hand and congratulate you. I think this one was written specifically during one of my first break ups. I was really mopey even though I was the one who broke things off. It's funny how that all works and how years later none of the silliness matters even though it was everything to you then in that moment.

My First Post, Who I Am, What I Am About

I started a beauty blog about a year ago because I felt it would really get me back into writing at least something. Just anything was fine with me to get the whole format down and to feel comfortable again with the whole concept of putting something down in words. I have always loved reading and writing and was really the only thing I loved in school and the only thing I felt I was remotely good at. I'm not the best, but at least it fueled something in me. At this point I feel I can be confident because the blogging community as a whole feels very accepting and just supportive. I am no longer afraid and will be putting out my "work" for everyone to see, read, and criticize as they please.

Who am I? I am just like any other person out there who just wants to be seen and read. That's all anyone who writes really wants anyways. To write something that matters and affects that person and touch people in a different way. To make someone think, feel. Just to get your words out and let people hear your voice.

I will write about whatever that comes to mind. Poetry, short stories, rough drafts, final drafts. I want to feel like as a reader you see the development and progress I make. I will not limit myself because even though it would be nice to please someone, I have come to realize that the person I should be pleasing the most is myself, and honestly you should be making you happy too. If you feel compelled to you can comment in the comment section or you can email me at Robinlv8er@gmail.com. I should have some pages up for navigating in the future and set up different platforms to be contacted at but for now I feel comments and email is good enough.