Poetry(a poem)

Poetry is more than ink on paper

It’s more than complex words and simple meanings

It’s the wool that wraps around me in the cold

It’s the tears that warm up my eyes in the dark

It’s the smile I hold back when I laugh

It’s the love that doesn’t feel draining

It’s the socks that keep my feet warm at night

It’s the bitterness in the coffee that I punish myself with

It’s the eyes that look back at me in the mirror

It’s the voices that seem deafening in my head

It’s the choices that I have to make

It’s the feelings I don’t want to feel

It’s the song that keeps playing over and over in my head

It’s the monsters that I feel under my bed

It’s the thoughts I don’t want to think

It’s the anger that I suppress down with a laugh

It’s the sadness I wash away with wine

It’s the eye bags that never leave my face

It’s the stripes that mark my body

It’s the scars imprinted in my being

It’s the folds that form when I’m me

It’s the good and bad and all in between

It’s the escape that reality is afraid of

Surely, poetry is more than ink on paper

It’s more than complex words and simple meanings.


Hi! How’re you?? I really hope you’re doing alright!

I just wanted to write something and that’s it. Thanks for reading..

byee y’all

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that you’re strong, beautiful, talented, and all the good things in the world.

The Dance(a poem)

I wake up with a smile

With the feeling of positivity and cheer

The dance has stopped..

I get to work and waste no time

I plan my day and I am ready to go

I smile widely and brightly

Feeling the best I have ever felt

The dance still has stopped..

Then, I wake again

Awoken by the feeling of negativity and regret

The dance has resumed..

I am held back by the voices in my head

And I find it so hard to get up and get going

I just want to bury myself deep in my head

And disappear with the dreams I felt I had

The dance is still going..


Hii people! How are you doing today?! I hope all is well. If it’s not, I pray that God will keep holding you up in Jesus name! Amen.

Remember, God loves you forever:))

byee y’all

These blurred lines..(a poem)

Even after washing and rinsing this thing I call a face,

My eyes still don’t see the clarity I want them to see

The lines are not straight and my head aches

I’m not used to uncertainty or this feeling of not knowing what’s next

After cleaning my glasses and wearing them over and over again

My eyes still don’t see the lucidity I want them to see

And I’m too tired to keep holding on if all I’m going to see are blurred lines

My strength is fading off day by day like the blurriness of those lines

All I can now see are faded strength, dwindled vision, and lest I forget, blurred lines..


Hi y’all, I’m going to start sharing my poems on here as well.. I hope you’re well🙃🤍 Bye!

I just found this random photo on the free WordPress photo library. I think it somewhat embodies what this poem means..

Love you all always 🤗🤗