life is a snapshot
a fleeting frame in time
the smile you forget to capture
the hand you never quite reach for
the light that disappears
just as you turn away
each moment hangs in the air
like a delicate photograph
some are vivid
bright with laughter
others quiet and shadowed
yet all are part of the same image
frozen in memory
a collection of moments
that we carry with us
imperfect but whole
and in the end
it’s not the moments we missed
but the ones we cherish
that define the picture of our lives
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Ink and lines
the words etched on my skin
are more than ink and lines
they are whispers of who I’ve been
and who I am becoming
they curl around my wrist
like a quiet promise
stretch down my spine
like secrets only I understand
each one is a memory
a truth I carry close
they are the parts of me
I can’t speak aloud
the parts I need to remember
when I often forget
when the world feels too heavy
I run my fingers over them
tracing the stories
that live beneath the surface
and find a quiet strength
in their permanence
Time
to understand the worth of time
is to see it as both
a gift and a thief
it slips away unnoticed
until one day we realize
how little of it remains
in that realization
we learn to cherish each moment
for time once lost
can never be regained
Missing you
there are moments
when the world feels quieter
as if your absence
has softened the noise around me
I find myself reaching
for the familiar places
you once filled
the conversations we never finished
the laughter that still lingers
in the corners of my mind
missing you
is like holding onto a shadow
feeling your presence
even when I can’t touch it
the ache is gentle but constant
proof that love doesn’t fade
only changes shape
Happiness
True happiness is found when you look within and see the beauty that has always been there. It’s in the way your heart beats, your mind dreams, and your soul shines. When you embrace your own worth, you realize that happiness isn’t something to find
it’s something you’ve always carried, quietly glowing from within.
Listen
there were so many times
I held my words back
thinking maybe
they would matter to you
thinking you’d hear them and understand
but you never did
now all I have
are the words I never said
the things I thought
might change your mind
but you never cared enough to listen
I wish I had said more
not to win your attention
but to free myself from the silence
maybe then
I would have realized sooner
that it wasn’t my words you needed
it was your own willingness to listen
House of secrets
in the house of secrets
silence was its own language
the walls whispered stories
only shadows understood
and every locked door
guarded a piece of someone
you’d never fully know
we grew up there
speaking in half-truths
and learning to walk lightly
love was there
though it wore a mask
soft enough to hold you
but always just out of reach
by the time we left
we carried the secrets with us
stitched into our skin like old scars
we never spoke of them
but in every glance
we knew
Thank you
From the first verse to 50,000 views—what an incredible journey it’s been! This milestone is a testament to the power of words and the connection they create. This milestone is not just mine—it’s ours! Thank you for every read, share, and kind word along the way. Here’s to many more poetic adventures ahead!
Much love to you all
Jennifer ❤️ 😘
Bloom
A single flower blooms
its petals soft as whispers
catching the light like a secret
kept between the earth and sky
I’m gone
when I’m gone
you’ll find traces of me
in quiet moments
whispers in the wind
echoes in a familiar laugh
i’ll live in the spaces between your thoughts
a shadow that softens with time
yet in the stillness
you’ll remember
I was once here
and though the world moves on
I will remain
a flicker in your heart
