poetry
is proof
that beauty
still exists
in this world
the way
your eyes
shine like the stars
the way
your smile
captivates the moon
and the way
your soul
craves my own
yeah
to me
that’s poetry
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I love you
when I think
of you
the words
I love you
could never
be enough
Scars
if only
every scar
was visible
to see
maybe
just maybe
you would
understand me
You are enough
Thank you Christopher for adding your lovely words to this! Let’s work together again soon!
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Saturday Love
Happy weekend my creative souls.
I hope that in this very moment, in this very existence here upon this earth, that you all are grateful for today, for now. Life is only but a blink of an eye, it’s over before we even realize. I know at times we can get too stuck in the past and worry about the future (I’m guilty of this too) but the past is done and the future isn’t here. We need to be right here in this very moment. The right now. Make today the best that you can. Be kind to others and most importantly, be kind to yourself.
To all those battling addictions, mental illnesses, and all the other demons. I see you. You’re not alone. I SEE YOU.
Everything
when I look
into your eyes
I know
I just know
that you are everything
The poet in her
poetry is
the ache
that burns
beneath her skin
the fire
that fills
her lungs
entirely
hidden from
the world
until the beautiful
poet in her
could no longer
breathe
she gasped
and it spilled
freely
across these pages
I wish you were here
I don’t know if I’ll ever get “use” to you being gone. The day replays, the pain is relived. You were here one day and gone the next. Just gone. No goodbye, just gone. It just doesn’t seem fair.
Each holiday, each birthday, each vacation, each special occasion, just doesn’t feel the same anymore. It will never be the same again.
Far away from where you are, I miss you. I wish you were still here, not just a memory upon this earth.
Forever you
if we never share
a physical space
within our time
deep within
the shadows
of my soul
the words
that bleed
from my pen
the craving
that’s hidden
in the depths
of my being
belong to you
irrevocably
and forever
you
Your Secrets
I want you
to tell me
every dark
and terrifying thought
you’ve ever had
while I run
my fingers
through your heart
and kiss
all the secrets
of your soul
The Creative Chic 