For Christmas, my mom gifted me these writing dice! It was such a neat gift and a fun idea, I figured I would share with all of you! I think every now and then I will roll the dice and share the results with you! So today was my first time taking them out andContinue reading “Writing prompt dice”
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Pigeon update!
No soul is insignificant No matter the vessel in which they reside. I sent this little quote/poem with the pigeon last night. The words popped into my head as I was getting it ready to be buckled up in transit bus. But let’s rewind the day a little bit, shall we? Monday morning, despite myContinue reading “Pigeon update!”
Dear Me,
I know things are stressful, but trust me, things will be ok. Sometimes we feel overwhelmed, sad, angry, worthless and scared. Things will work out for the better though, don’t you worry. We have been held down, walked on and been told we aren’t allowed to thrive. But thrive we will, we must. We mayContinue reading “Dear Me,”
Here comes Santa
I may not believe in Santa anymore Or the naughty and nice list I may not believe in the North Pole’s cheerful elves Or 9 flying reindeer But I think I still believe in magic. While I know Santa isn’t real because my stocking has stayed empty for a decade, I still believe in theContinue reading “Here comes Santa”
I thought I could hurt forever…
I cook and clean and fold your clothes You never say you’re thankful anymore. I always thought I asked too much, is my fairytale idea of love, delusional? You know damn well that I’m drowning Heart is racing, head is pounding Is today the day I walk away? Maybe I can hurt forever if itContinue reading “I thought I could hurt forever…”
Manifesting a dream
I’ll be sitting, Cozy on the couch Wrapped in a blanket sipping Hot tea rests in my hands without a shadow of doubt This is where I’m meant to be. The walls of a beautiful home Open arms for love to roam Unafraid to crawl in bed to go to sleep I can lay soundlyContinue reading “Manifesting a dream”
Restless
If it’s a restless night, It’s a restless day. No matter what you do, you won’t seem to shake the cobwebs from your brain. You’ve been kept awake by nonsense and disarray. And told in the morning “you’re not remembering it right, why do you act this way?!” Days go by, the same ol’ thing.Continue reading “Restless”
If roses could speak
If roses could speak They might apologize for hurting you inadvertently If roses could speak They’d say their thorns are for protection, you see? If roses could speak They’d say defending themselves is necessary For if roses could speak You’d know the predators who would say they were pretty and prey on the “weak” ButContinue reading “If roses could speak”
Flashbacks
The smooth, warm smell of a vanilla candle yanks me back through time. Those have been my favorite candles for as long as I can remember, because amidst the trauma of my upbringing, that smell was sweet and comforting. The pungent scent of a juniper shrub, it reminds me of the many apartments we livedContinue reading “Flashbacks”
May we
May we meet at the shores of peace The sands of tranquility May we clearly see A world removed of its grease May we find comfort in open arms To feel love without trauma’s guards May we hear unfiltered And speak without fear May we find laughter in arguments And may we never learn resentmentContinue reading “May we”
Ink & Embers 