Poetic Posts/Tickled Thoughts

International Grass

If coins turn to bills,I will travel the world.I will touch other earth;Change my dirt into pearls. I’d step off of this land,And set foot in a plane.I would roll in your grass,And I’d dance in your rain.

Ecchymosed Cheeks

The toxicity in his rigid voice and the poison in his frigid palms haunted her being as an unsupportable appetency smack in the night. Notwithstanding the repetitive discomfort, she continuously crawled back for more, like a comforting hug restricting her airways and falsely affirming that her existence cannot exist without his. Her amount-less luggage wasContinue reading “Ecchymosed Cheeks”

Butterfly Band-Aid

Caressing her heart and repairing her soul, the butterfly ushers on by. Depositing joy on her face. Extending hope in her hands. Lifted up from her knees as the butterfly lands.

Window Pain

Blindly peeking through panesof houses aligned;in search of your losses and founds you might find.They have what is theirs and what’s yours is your own;not so great and not grand,still a place to call home. The meaning you seekis the value within;untucked behind curtains and walls paper thin.The gold in their groutand the rich inContinue reading “Window Pain”

Quote

“Society should not be defined from a sole sour grape on a vine.” – LKS –

Quote

“Dance bravely under cold and heavy raindrops like they are warm and light rays coming down from the sun for shivers to turn into shimmers and brighten the dark.” – LKS –

Cognitive Distortions

Through researching mental health and disorders, I have come across a rather eye-opening subject: cognitive distortions. The most simple way I have found to define this condition is by comparing it to those who suffer from dyslexia. As words on paper appear to some in the wrong order, deformed or read incorrectly, cognitive distortions affectContinue reading “Cognitive Distortions”

Still Here

In between all the calls, I just rocked and I prayed That the child I had Won’t be taken away. I did not let out tears; I shed rivers and streams. I fought night and feared sleep, Cause you’d creep through my dreams. I felt pain in my heart That would not go away, AsContinue reading “Still Here”

The Brink

Barely beating for long; Lengthy year in the blue. Colours crept through the cracks, Shingles clinged to the roof. Nearly gone, but she’s here; The brink close to the edge. She inhales from her lungs; Climbing mountains instead. Every minute ticked by; Now she ticks what she does. Tumbling high over hurdles, Letting go ofContinue reading “The Brink”

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