It comes and goes Like a river flows Over topography Volatile churning Erasing solid rock Yawning and tired Old and worn out Until it finds her Endless beauty Never changing Diving into air Lunging into life Eternal love So much so She feels like life
You’re are the reason I open my eyes Why I care at all About the sunrise You are the reason I go to bed at night In hopes I’ll dream You love me And We will be alright
Small, short breaths With each stretch Long careful strides Simple guidelines Just ignore sight And silence sound And heal the lines Broken by dots From here to there From him to her From her to him Where I won’t need The benefit of air Where I won’t need To hide my care Where my poetry Can catch fire And…
This is not my situation but it is the situation for many. Help stop abuse by listening with not only your ears but your eyes and your heart. If you only listen with your ears you are missing more than half of the story. You etch your love into me With a million tongues Made…
Depression is NOT an emotion or mood. It might be described as a mood disorder and definitely moods/emotions are part of what is exhibited with depression but I think the description is deceptive. Sure depressed people FEEL sad, anxious, helpless, and/or worthless; but depression is a physical disease. Sadness (also called heavy-heartedness) is emotional pain…
Love stayed home Waiting for you His doors left open Flung wide for you Given a loving space Inside his heart His mind, his soul Welcome anytime baby You can come and go Wipe your feet please Try not to make a mess But if you do, well… That’s ok too He’ll clean it up…
Lost between worlds Drifting through time I sit and watch as Another pretty face Catches your eyes Another sweet voice Engages your time Another set of curves Capture your mind Infinite crossed lines I can’t define, won’t No amount of love Can cover the pain Of not measuring up Of falling too short No amount…
My #BeReal guest today is C. Streetlights. This lady comes to the series via Rachel Thompson. I am so grateful to find myself among such a wonderful community of writers. Today C. Streetlights has submitted this beautiful poem for the series. She is also being very real in that she has never showed her tattoo…
Leaping from cliffs That have no face Undulating ground Swallowing faith We sit and listen As the crows cry Through echoing throats The little demons In feathery cloaks Crawl undetected Into our mouths To make their nest Coated in profanity Coaxing out screams They spill us out Into turbulent seas Just as the sky itself…
I used to make hearts out of stars and turn crayons into prayers You’d whisk me away, troubles forgot taking a part of my soul with you I’d hide the pain you caused turning them into magical love songs I’d lie to the world, hiding every sin Our orchestra of bleeding violins Sometimes the memories spark and the…
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