Greener Grasses
Reset refresh and rebuild, for a better tomorrow.
Things pile high on my plate, I have no room for dessert.
Feather weights crush down on my shoulders and I collapse.
Sitting here in the meadow, blowing up balloons just for them to burst on the sharp blades of grass.
Here I am
Stacks of papers, nonsense on every line. Hope wrapped in these paraphrases, understanding my inner most demons and coming to terms with the true me. These stories come to me like dreams and rituals passed along down my timeline that is forever changing. Understanding myself as I try to unload the ever running voice in the back of my mind, to create some sort of silence as I thrive in the chaos that is my life.
Embrace the suck
Sometimes It feels like I'm drowning in quick sand with no hope of escape.
Sucking the air from my chest, holding my breath.
Embracing the suck.
Inhaling the lions rawr.
All the love and the fear that comes crashing down, while letting go of the hope that things will never change.
Always be brave
Forgetting to remember what we choose to let go, and why we choose this way down the winding trail ahead of us. Remember the bravery you’ve faced over and over again by just existing, remember the tribulations and corny jokes that are an echo in the moon soaked sky. Remember to be brave, remember to be yourself. Hold your ground stand firm and hold on to that small piece of you that will always be a whisper. Like a secret that only few can smell and taste and touch. Remember you are loved, and you deserve the love you seek.
Vacation in life
How you breathe I have memorized, how you sleep, I count the moments in time, feeling you close to me is the only home I will ever know.
Poems about love always rely on the comfort of cliche but the cliches hold grounds.
I think without you my rivers would dry up, the sun would stay low in the sky and the morning will never rise. Intertwined souls dancing forever in a stream of moonlight, fused together by the thoughts of time slowly passing by with you, a vacation forever in life.
Quiet space
I’m a mom of three my house is filled with laughter, squeals and tantrums. The prose gives me a quiet space to pick up on some type of inspiration when the world feels too loud to keep a train of thought flowing along on my own. Im also an avid phone user so anything you’ve seen from me is 100% written on my iPhone.
I’m hoping to one day be able to get the spark back that I can create my own inspiration and begin writing stories on my own accord. Until then I love to throw my own twist on every challenge I can.
Snuggle bug
Here I am laying down, watching my bedtime show trying to get comfy for the night. Next to me the lump of covers scoots over towards my arms, but I’m home alone.
By a finger tip
Just hold a happy thought. A moment in time, a gesture, a gaze across the room, a kiss.
When the glee escapes your grasp, and you’re holding on by a finger tip, diving into the nostalgia of it all. Remember it’s just to be slapped across the face and thrown into a hole of despair.
The thoughts then bubble up for a fantasy passed. Floating on by and bursting in the sun.
We are just blips on the map. A small segment in life that has continued on before us and will continue to turn and revolve when the time has decided to move on.
Void thoughts
Slipping through the void coming face to face with reality.
It’s not pretty, it’s not smooth, goat heads pierce your skin as you try to grasp a concept that was too vague to even begin to understand.
When things get tough we suck it up.
Hold it in until the small
things pile and the cookie house crumbles.
Then there you are red in the face again. Forever tumbling around and down the lost space and time.
Small spaces
Shadow realm engulfs me, here I am awake.
Replaying the small moment that would forever be mine.
Like a clock striking 5 the exhale of relief watching them come my way.
Giggling and talking almost too loud I smile.
“ew” one proclaims holding her library books a bit too tight. Walking past me briskly.
My heart clenches as my breath grows short, they walk by.
Forever longing for acceptance, I stand.
Ignore the threat and hold on to this space in my soul that will always be mine.