Stirring awake,Plants and animals emergeRising from their hidden world.Ice and snow recede.Now, the Earth will be covered withGreen grass and colorful flowers.
Category: Poetry
Resolving to Change
Resolving to change myselfEvery year, I hope to be Someone different, someoneOther than who I truly am.Loving myself is an Unattainable goal when I alwaysTalk down on myself. WillI ever be happy with who I am Or will I always want to change?New year, but the same worries last.
Winter (Christmas)
White lights wink on the housesIcicles drip down from the roofsNeighborhoods are decoratedTinsel is overflowingEvery home feels bright and warmReady for Christmas day
Bleeding Heart
Hurt. Pain. Abandonment.These emotions swirl within my head. My heart drops the moment I hear your voice.You blame me for everything, but I’ve done nothing.I know this, and you know this.But neither one of us will say anything.This cycle of worthlessness continues.
New Year, New Me
New Year, New Me I say this every year But I’m still the same old me. Nothing changes I make the same goals Hoping to fill some kind of hole But it never happens Goal 1 I will become more organized Ha! That’s laughable. My desk stays a mess The clothes pile up Papers are …
Society Takeover (Kind)
Power can be so addicting. I can easily make anyone obey. The people in this society are so unthinking. Have you ever wanted to twist a kind soul? Give them a taste of strength, and then take it away? It can send them into a spiraling black hole. The weakest in mind are so easy …
Holding Hands
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.”
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 …
