There is a beautiful language That doesn’t need words It is written with heartbeats In our calm breaths In the laughter that echoes In the bone deep warmth Of a love that stays In a world that keeps turning Where clocks tick off the seconds Where people come and go But in the space between…
I have known heat that left marks The kind I reached for because For a moment the pain of fire Was louder than that of heartache But there is a different kind of heat The kind that heals us From the inside out An invisible blaze That doesn’t scorch the skin But warms the parts…
Summer was born on the hottest day of the year in a field of weeds in the middle of a family reunion. She is like a weed in so many ways. She embodies growth, freedom, and colorful rebellion. She doesn’t wait for permission to belong she just grows into the spaces she wants to be…
POET BIO: Meet Camilla. She is deeply respectful of her heritage. She is the keeper of her roots and a collector of memories. She gathered the stories of strength from the generations before her and carries them each as a whisper in her heart. This respect for her culture is the grounding force that shapes…
I’ve crawled through Mirrors Reflections Dirty and broken Bloody knees Razor thin lines Next to jagged little Shattered ice kind And I barely feel The pain of it Anymore
The fog Snuggles up Easing Into my lungs Small drops Inhaled Dew drop worlds Pretty Like diamonds But The zirconia kind Because I can’t afford To breathe in Fog Made of diamonds
Like shadows they follow Sliding past bare bushes Over broken concrete They are born inside Tears and laughter And given life inside Pain and joy Shape shifting, floating Like a buoy in water Bobbing rhythmically Over waves of experience They live in the silence Inside the dark quiet They hibernate paralyzed Morphing for years Feeding…
Hiding behind scars As if they are trees Camouflaged And silent And buried deep Are the cries of help And the hopes of joy All words end here Some days I can’t even speak without hating myself.
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a flow painting. I see a storm beating on a small house in the upper right corner. Can you see it? I feel like it describes our current climate in the world today. Original for sale on Hastywords Art. The chaos comes And then it goes Poured out like Liquid…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started with an experiment with alcohol ink. Prints available at Hastywords Art . There are so many stories where butterflies represent death and rebirth. A loved one’s soul manifest etc. and if that’s true I hope to be surrounded by butterflies and know each of…
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