I knew too much about life at a young age Spent a lot of time dreaming about better days Where money wasn't an issue and life went on as usual But when I voiced any of those dreams, laughter fell down upon me Maybe they didn't mean it, after all, they never could afford it Because dreamin' was for fools and artists Neither one can pay the mortgage. It took two more decades before I'd voice those dreams again And this time, I had a softer place to land Even though I couldn't digest it, I tried again and got better at it For those who believe, never want me to stop dreaming It's been tough to silence the critics, which mostly live in my attic But I won't let another two decades pass, listening to a bunch of asses -Sj.
It's easy for boundary-less people to confuse boundaries with control because most boundary-less people can't fathom why there needs to be a line. This week's #poetry prompt is imperfect. It's been my hardest one to write, yet.
Do you ever feel like you're running as fast as you can but not moving and stuck? This week's #poetry prompt is Journey, tell me whatcha think.
Beauty & Self Love Are Not The Same. Intro to poetry, day three. Tell me if you dig it and answer my question at the bottom.
You’re broken and without hope, but won’t take anyone’s lifeboat Excuses, complaints, and worries about what-ifs send you straight to the deep dark pits So dear friend, take our hand It’ll only be as hard as you make it Because there’s no judgment in our eyes It’s never too late and you are worth it. - … Continue reading You Are Worth It
Inspired by Rupi and her word works of art, I attempt to wash grief dry.