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
Tag Archives: Thoughts
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
My dreams
I want
to give you
the dreams
of my soul
and
tuck them away
inside your heart
Beautiful Ink
my soul
is delicately written
in the most
beautiful ink
bleeding
all of my colors
upon these pages
for you to see
Be seen
When are we as individuals going to find the courage within, to stand up, to show up and BE SEEN?
Society has so much control over how we should look, what we should eat, how to dress, how to act and the list goes on. We don’t realize how much we let that influence our life, our thoughts and our actions. It’s time we are free from all the expectations in this world and just be ourselves. The true depths of our being. Let the world see YOU. Not just the surface of what society says you should be.
“Let the world fall in love with YOU. Not some fake version just to please others.
– The Creative Chic –
If one day
if the day comes
when we’re
no longer together
you must know
that you have been
every dream
of my soul
Infinite
maybe we’re
just a thought
a blink
of an eye
we are a part
of what comes next
and a memory
of what was before
you and I
we are infinite
passing through
like specs of dust
on the breath
of time
and once
this form ends
I hope
you’ll find me
in the next
The Dreamer
The writer
The dreamer
Passionate
Confident
More than I thought I’d be
Learning to forgive
Learning to love myself
just the way I am.
This is me
The Creative Chic 