Endless streams (a collab)

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This is a collab I did with one of my best friends, Christopher, over at https://philosophicalqualms.wordpress.com/. We actually started this about 2 ½ years ago and are finally getting around to publishing it!

Christopher, thank you again for writing with me. This was such an honor, and I’m looking forward to more! Stay beautiful and keep sharing your love with the world! I need it along with everyone else!

her eyes sparkle
when colliding with mine
when I touched her hand
she twirled and danced
just for me of all beings
inside the winds
of summertime
her feet dancing
upon the grains of sand
each movement captures
her beautiful body
gliding in the breeze
while the ocean waves
capture this frame
upon our delightful souls
as I look into her eyes
time is no longer brief
only endless streams
just for a mere moment
I felt the feeling of forever
when you said
happy ever after

Sincerely

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I wrote you a letter
in fading verse
measured by time
shaped into poetry

I began with your name
careful and bright
and it stayed

time moved through the lines
but didn’t take them
it only made them gentler

each word
a falling star
brief and brilliant
leaving light behind

a kind of poetry
that doesn’t end
just shifts
into quieter forms

because love like this
will live in ink
in every line it touched
in every word it became

so if this reaches you
half-light half-dream
know it is whole

sincerely
someone
still watching
the sky
fill
with you

Quick question

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Hey everyone! Just a quick question: Has anyone ever gone to a WP writers meetup? I’ve been thinking how cool it would be if a group of us got together to hang out for a day or so! I’m sure it could be challenging for most, but I think the idea is so awesome! Okay, another side question: Have any of you ever been to a writers’/poetry retreat of any kind?

Let me know in the comments! I hope you all are having a wonderful day!

Much love,

Jenn ❤️

Fading

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there’s a hollow
where your voice once lived
a cold space where warmth
used to fill the air
I search for your reflection
in the places we left behind
but it’s always fading
slipping through my fingers like sand
you were my breath
now you’re just
the wind that whispers
a distant sound I cannot touch
I thought love was a fire
but here I stand
alone in the ashes
the smoke still stinging my eyes
I tried to hold you
with every piece of me
but you were already slipping
before I even knew you were gone
now there’s nothing but a silence
that I can’t escape
no sound that can fill
the space your absence carved
it’s funny how we hold on
until the holding feels like drowning
until the heart learns to let go
even when it isn’t ready
to breathe without you

Flaxen Ink

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Sunlight spills forth
like flaxen ink filling
the horizon line
with blindingly
beautiful poems

Note: This post is a collaboration with my dear friend Tyler. He penned this incredible poem inspired by one of my photos. Please check out his creative and beautiful blog and subscribe by clicking the link below.

Tyler: Collaborating with you has been a reminder to me of how much beauty can emerge when ideas and imaginations meet, and I am deeply thankful for your inspiration throughout this process. I hope we can do more in the future!

https://tylerpedersen02.wordpress.com/

Shooting stars

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I’ve wished for you 
on shooting stars before
whispering my longing
into the night’s breath
hoping the streak of light 
would carry my thoughts 
across the infinite dark
each one a secret
each one a silent prayer
spinning through the cosmos
a promise
of more than this moment

and though the stars 
vanish before my eyes
I hold their shimmer
hoping it lingers
somewhere
out there
waiting for your reply

A letter to her

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I think I would notice your eyes first
not because they are different
but because they still believe
in things I had to bury
to keep moving

you would stand there
with your questions unbroken
holding time like it hadn’t yet learned
how to take

and I
I would hesitate
not out of shame
but out of the quiet terror
of being seen
by someone who still expects me
to become everything

would I tell you
how the world softens you
by first teaching you where it hurts

or would I let you keep
your unspent light
your reckless hope
that hasn’t yet learned 
the weight of gravity

maybe I would just sit beside you
no warnings
no apologies
and let the silence say
you were never wrong
for believing it could be beautiful

and I am still trying
to prove you right

* Just a letter to my younger self *

Quiet Oceans

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*Picture is my own*

the tide has exhaled
and left its quiet skin behind
a mirror stretched thin
across the earth
holding the last breath of daylight

clouds gather
like unspoken thoughts
heavy
drifting
unresolved
while the horizon
burns low and steady
a seam of fire
stitched into the dark

foam clings softly to the shore
small constellations at my feet
as if the ocean tried to speak
and forgot the words
halfway through

everything slows here
light
water
even the sky’s breath
until the world
becomes a reflection of something
just about to disappear

Ink of you

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you are the chapter
I always return to
the page folded down
soft at the corner
worn from all the times
I needed to feel you again

in the book of my life
you are the part that breathes
where the words slow down
and the world feels
like it might be enough

the ink of you lingers
not bold or loud
just steady and true

I could turn a thousand pages
wander through whole volumes
but still
I keep your place marked

because even if the story continues
even if the plot twists
you are the chapter
that taught me
how to feel the words

Unedited

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Don’t edit yourself just to make someone else comfortable.

So many of us move through life trimming our words, softening our edges, dimming parts of ourselves so we fit more easily into someone else’s expectations. We delete the sentences that feel too honest. We hide the emotions that might be “too much.” We rewrite our personalities in quiet ways just to avoid rejection.

But a life spent editing yourself is a life spent slowly disappearing.

The right people will not need a watered-down version of you. They won’t require you to shrink your thoughts, mute your voice, or smooth over the parts that make you different. Real connection happens when you show up unfiltered, when your laughter is loud, your opinions are yours, and your truth isn’t carefully rearranged for approval.

You are not a draft waiting for someone else’s edits.

You are the final version.