if I could change time
I would not fix it
I would hold it
between my palms
like something fragile
and breathing
I would linger longer
in your laughter
slow the way your name
leaves my mouth
stretch the moments you stay
and soften the ones you don’t
I would not erase the past
only rewrite how it feels
so even the breaking
would still sound like love
I would pause the hours
when everything felt
like it belonged
and let them drip a little slower
like honey in warm light
I would turn regret
into something gentler
not gone
just less sharp at the edges
and I would learn how to stay
inside each second with you
without already grieving its end
Tag Archives: creative-writing
Unfinished
you are not just poetry
you are the reason
language learned how to ache
before you
words were only shapes
but you
you carved meaning into me
until I could feel
every syllable bleeding
I do not write you
I unravel into you
every line returns
to your name
you are the unfinished sentence
I am still becoming
and still
I return to you
like breath
the only language
I know how to live in
Half of me
half of me
stands in the doorway
lit and visible
hands open
as if the world is gentle
you see that part
the steady voice
the practiced smile
the way I hold myself
like I’ve already made peace
but the other half
lives behind the ribs
you can’t see
the rooms I keep locked
the storms that learned
to thunder without sound
the ache that hums
beneath calm skin
half of me
is sunlight on water
the other half
is the current
deep and pulling
strong enough
to carry entire histories
if you look close
you might notice
how my eyes hesitate
before they shine
how my laughter
sometimes arrives
a breath late
I am both
the surface
and the undertow
and loving me
means learning
to hold
what is offered in light
and what survives
in the dark
Poetry
poetry found me
in the middle of a lonely night
not as a storm breaking
but as a breath
I didn’t know I was holding
it slipped between the noise
named things I had only felt
as shadows pressing
against my ribs
before it
I lived in fragments
untranslated days
nights that spoke in static
then came the lines
breaking me open
without breaking me
teaching my tongue
the shape of truth
now I walk differently
listening for the music
in ordinary air
carrying whole worlds
in the small space of a sentence
poetry did not change the world
but
it changed the way I belong to it
Constellations
your words
are in all the right places
like constellations
stitched carefully
into my dark
each syllable lands
with quiet precision
softly
finding spaces in me
I didn’t know
were waiting
Endless streams (a collab)
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
Quick question
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 ❤️
Shooting stars
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
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
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
The Creative Chic 