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The darkest shade

For anyone dealing with depression..to be taken as an artistic expression

Mother Nature

Mother nature

To be young and hopeful again

I want the fire back. I can’t rub two sticks together this time. It’s going to take a different approach.I have to pull it out of me. My heart rate increases causing some sparks. So I keep on running, but it doesn’t ignite. I’m panicking because all I want..

The apple doesn't fall too far from..

It’s bizarre how when I look at my mother I see myself.Certain things I have written is a reflection of my mothers touch.A part of me doesn’t want the similarity;I crave my own individuality.I am like no one because there is only one of me, but that is silly to think when I ..

A reason for a white dove

A reason for everything;

Blue pill

Sometimes it's what's needed..

Sinking ship

Sometimes love doesn't stink but sinks..

Candy

This sweet candy cane is melting and your right beside me. You melt all sorts of sweetness on a cold winter day. I name you Dulce, my love.

Struggles and divinity

We all go through this.

Vines on an old brick house.

A journal entry :)

Spiritual Dots

Enjoy!

The world doesn't revolve around you.

You are one body and one mind and yet the world doesn't revolve around you.Every experience you feel is a collection of your own individual feelings.You are astonished when you realize that other people can relate to you, that you aren't alone. But you feel you are secluded anyways, because no ..

Moon gives dreams.

Sweet dreams,I go to sleep tonight and pray to the moon that he gives me good dreams.Dreams that go skin deep into the atoms of my being. So I can awaken to a sweet horizon.The moon gives all sorts of dreams to all,to the heartbroken he gives anchored ships who's anchor breaksand the ship sets ..

Rain is like love

Some poetry is best kept short and sweet. :)

Stable Horse

Stable horse ran away to be with the birdsthe birds didn't want this stable horsethey knew he didn't belongthe stable horse wasn't satisfied with the free landshe wanted to be weightless in the blue tinted skieshe knew he didn't belong, he knew he could never beThe stable horse came back to me, alwa..

I pass love

I pass love like it's gold and then am left with rags.love is a treasureand it is always hiddenso when I find it I get excitedand pass it away so fast I just want to share it alland now I am hurting because I feel so poorI pass love like it's a Christmas presentdisappointment happens in a blink..

Why?

<3Life is a mystery. Everyone gets the gift of the early sunrise.Some view the sunrise as the world is about to burn down at any moment waiting for the blackness to take over completely!When it does they don't know another sunrise is coming.And they can now open their eyes. The question..

Money. The Dream. The Perfect Life.

Who else struggles with the pressures of the world? What have you gotten from this poem? Can you relate? How does it makes you feel? Thank you :)

Tornadoes

<3 Hopefully things brings you some hope.

Towards the angels

Simple writing. A taste of my writing style. I will write longer poetry and short stories.

Sunrays

The world swifts the sun onto the woman who sees. She refuses the shade of the glasses that change the perspective of the truth.Her telescope eyes are more than enough, the birds wish they saw the world like she did. They love her wisdom and silent solitude.Her inner soul glides across the..

Zooming by

Some moments in my life have blazed by. Others are like a flickering flame, taking it's sweet time for the smoke to disappear into the air. I ponder on that smokey smoke wondering why I can pay attention to it for so long, how I am able to stare and articulate the mysteries of time. Moments in parti..