A poem about starting over after life takes a turn for the worst.
A poem about a couple arguing one storms out the other is left longing for their return. When they don't they go outside to call their name....
There is this 80 year old woman, Living on my street, Except every time I see her,She's always on her feet. She's searching day and night,All seven days a week,She's looking for her brother,She lost playing hide and seek. She often tells her story, Of the day he disappeared,She says it happened years ago,Something horrible... Continue Reading →
Fog, Covered, Arms reaching, Man made of mist, Trying to grab me, He's got into my head, My thoughts all begin to blur, The man of the mist coming for me, My judgment is clouded, I can't see, My depression is catching up with me. I battle against the man made of mist, I beg... Continue Reading →
Photos hold stories, They hold moments forever, They tell my story, Better than I ever could, Whispering a thousand words. If you look closely, Photographs hold my secrets, Look you'll see it's true, They hold all of the secrets, I wouldn't have said to you. Photos can not change, Though the people in them can,... Continue Reading →
So the worst part about being away from home is feeling homesick. Unfortunately for me I happen to feel homesick an awful lot. I don't know how to cope with that feeling, I don't know what I can do to make it better. Nothing I seem to do helps me face it. I want to... Continue Reading →
The silence drowns out, Everything I want to feel, I feel so alone. I'm lucky because I have lots of people who care and look after me. People who check on on me. Yesterday was mental health awareness day and lots of people will be feeling alone and like there's no way out of this.... Continue Reading →
Friendships are funny things. We choose these people that we like and we keep them around to talk too and we meet up with them sometimes. Some people we get on with instantly and other people we just don’t see eye to eye with. What many people do not understand is that it is perfectly... Continue Reading →
Poetry doesn't have to rhyme it just has to make you feel something. This was written when my best friend had her heart broken and we sat in her room eating ice cream crying with each other. Today she is whole and smiling again. I couldn't be happier.
They discarded us like useless seeds, Leaving our destiny to the breeze. We were carried away and lost, Afraid of the winter frost. But what they forget was even the smallest of seeds grow. We will rise up from the ground. So grow. Spread a voice of hope. Be the wildflower you were... Continue Reading →