“Untitled 3/26/22” by Cortney Joseph

In my dreams, I have searched far and wide, For the sight of you, Just once more, for a moment more. For the chance to talk, For the chance to hold you close, To express my gratitude, give thanks For the time I had, To be in your presence To have been loved by you.

a little random.

There have been so many things on my heart and mind as of late. So much that it’s starting to make a bit of sense as to why I’ve been feeling so stuck and stagnant. I hold on to so much fear and doubt, while simultaneously holding on to this idea that I have to

Closing Out The Year With A Bang, or Attempting To.

So, we all know by now that I have a bit of trouble with consistency. Be it because of life and it’s obstacles, or just the fact that I sometimes lose sight of myself and my gifts; I am forever talking about how I want to refocus and pull it together. Though I haven’t fully

“Somewhere (The Intro)” by Cortney Joseph

I needed somewhere to capture these thoughts, to hold these feelings, to house these memories, these dreams and nightmares that won’t free me. I needed somewhere to be me without judgement, to speak my mind, clear my heart of all the emotions silently tearing me apart. Here’s where I bare it all as the the

Invisible, Me. by Cortney Joseph

Falling, alone, constantly. Not a hand in sight to grab hold of, To pull me back, to pull me close. Unseen, unheard, unwanted, unloved. Alone in a world of people moving in slow-mo. Trapped in the abyss of loneliness, Invisible, barely here. Barely me.

“Running Thoughts” by Cortney Joseph

It’s been some dark days, Months of confusion, tears clouding my eyes When I want nothing more than to move past crying. It’s been some lonely nights, Weeks of seclusion, pain tearing my heart apart Because I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms.

One Year In And It Feels Like…

… my whole world is still crumbling and falling around me. I could ramble off the titles of a million and one songs, and all will be applicable to what life for 365 days without my little brother has felt like. Each day is supposed to get better, easier; but truthfully, you’re just waking up

Have I Lost My Purpose?

#NaNoWriMo2020 & Other Thoughts.

So, it’s been a while… again. I still haven’t been myself and in the past ten months it’s been a lot harder to get back into my writing than I anticipated. There had once been a time when I turned to my writing as a way of coping through sad times in my life, and

3:30 am

It’s been months of sleepless days and nights, and the tears still fall in the darkness and light. I wander and wonder what life is now, to go on without you, still don’t know how. Cortney Joseph