The touch of your hand The strong grip as it holds mine The comfort it brings An innocent move Ignites the love inside me So sweet and divine As our hands connect I look at you and promise, “I’ll never let go.”
Category: Poetry
The Magic of Writing
Some say that the pen is mightier than the sword, And I have proof of that strength. With the flick of my wrist, I can make people and scenes come to life. The words flow across the pages of my journal, And then they leap into the brain of the reader. Words meticulously craft the …
Smile
I smile even though I’m not okay. I laugh just to hide the pain. I close my eyes and fall deeper into the dark abyss. The darkness swallows me every time. Then I open my eyes and start it all over again.
A Door Left Open for Butterflies
We joked. We laughed. She waltzed out in the morning and trudged back in the afternoon. After an early afternoon snack, we tried to cook our next meal. I set up the kitchen table. She started a fire on the stove. If only for the safety of us, we decided to eat ramen and remember …
“The Year” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox: Poetry Reading
For a long time, I tried making New Year's resolutions. It was always some variation of the same goals at same point: I want to learn a new language; I want to lose weight; I want to do something creative; and I want to be more organized (the toughest hurdle for me). Every year, I …
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The Power of a Name
Monday The most hated day of the week The killer of all things fun Monday The name sign of the Moon The celebration of this celestial body Monday The target of jokes The bane of all workers Having the name Monday is a lot of pressure. When being introduced to someone, they go through three …
Voices
I’m wandering around, Lost with no sense of direction. I hear the voices surrounding me. I try to walk towards them, But I keep on getting lost. I want to find my way back, But there are other voices driving me away. I don’t know if it’s worth going to those nice, comfortable voices If …
Children
Children, So happy and free. When I see their cheerfulness, It fills me with glee. They don’t have any worries. They’re all so carefree. I see them everywhere I go. Playing in the park, Swinging on the swings. They play in the sandbox, While fighting over toys. I see them walking with their parents. Down …
In Memory of my Grandma
Originally, I wasn't planning on posting anything to my blog for Mother's Day. However, on May 7th, my grandma, Dorothy Sanderson, died. I have lived with her my entire life. She took care of me when I was younger, and my mom was at work. Near the end, the roles were switched, and I took …
Everyone Knows
Everyone who knows me knows I’m happy. I laugh and joke around with my friends. Whenever I see someone sad, I try to turn their frown upside down. Everyone who knows me knows I’m helpful. I teach and guide others. I hold the door open, Even when my hands are full. Everyone who knows me …
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