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A poem titled Breathe that reads: Breathe Just trust me It's going to be okay You're going to be okay The storm will pass The sun will shine Just trust me Alright?

Breathe

June 6, 2024
Butterfly Effect

Butterfly Effect

May 22, 2024
A poem about curiosity that reads: Curiosity is a curious creature, dwelling in the caverns of our minds. A spark born in the primal dark, asking, "What is out there for me to find? From where does my light shine? Does it all come from the great divine?" Curiosity is a call from another world, urging us to keep going and to unfurl. It is a deep desire to understand what is going on in this land. Curiosity is going past surviving to find inspiration and meaning. It leads us through the life we live by asking us, "What if?" Woven into the essence of being, It's the difference between alive and living

Curiosity

May 8, 2024
A poem titled Perception that reads: The opinions of other people are just an illusion, you never actually know what they are thinking. Even your thoughts are just a matter of perception, they're an interpretation of all that is happening. It is up to you what you choose to believe, how you view the world and what you do. You are the main character of your own movie, you get to decide what is true for you. Pretend the world is a stage, and put on a great show. If you don’t like the book, turn the page, and change who and what you know. Open your eyes and see past the illusion instead of being caught up in thinking. Shift your perspective and change your perception through your interpretation of all that is happening.

Perception

April 24, 2024

Love’s Labor

April 17, 2024
A poem titled Pieces that reads: We are each pieces of a puzzle crafted out of stardust and sunlight. We are each a different shape and size, meant to find the spot that fits just right. We each have a place in this universe, one tailored just for us. We each have a spot that only we can fill, with our love and awareness. You can't fit in a spot that isn't meant for you, even if you bend over backward. So let go of who you aren't meant to be even if it feels a little awkward. We are each crafted by the hands of time, and perfect the way we are. Each one of us holds the power to shine bright and beautiful like a star. By being true to what's inside of us, we can find our own unique space. By accepting our shapes and roles, we can watch as the pieces fall into place.

Pieces

March 20, 2024
A poem titled Flying Free that reads: In the hallways of my mind, a storm brews, a furious wind of thoughts, unyielding, ensues. Waves form in an ocean of emotions that is deep, and as the tide begins to rise, my spirit begins to weep. Each heartbeat is a pull toward the abyss, as I think of all the things that I miss. The gale grows, the crests tower ever higher, peace and stillness become my soul's sole desire. As I'm pulled in, I breathe, and stillness emerges, a pause in the storm, where calm and rest converge. On this solid ground, a weary seed is sound asleep, in my chest, there is a tightness that continues to creep. Winds howl, waves crash, there's no end in sight, back to the sea, they drag me, where there is no light. But within the depths, there is a flicker of belief, that beyond the tide, there might be relief. A bird, unchained against the wind, takes flight, in the tempest's eye, is finds strength, not fright. So here I stand amidst the storm that consumes me, hoping to find who and where I am meant to be.

Flying Free

March 13, 2024
A poem titled My Mind that reads: My mind is like a maze of various white halls, through the chattering noise my heart screams and calls. My mind is a universe within my body, a playground, filled with voices that tell stories about all that is around. My mind tells the story of who I am and where I'm going through the use of imagination, as I go through life without knowing My mind tells me who I am and what's going on at the moment, but the stories are just fairytales, thoughts are a maze of disillusionment.

My Mind

February 21, 2024
A poem titled Love that reads: Today is a day where love's varieties bloom, Each blossom glows and dispels gloom. Today is a day of showing affection in many ways, As we each hope for better and brighter days. Some loves roar like the ocean, vast and deep, Others whisper like the wind filled secrets to keep. Some Loves burn like the sun, fiery, fierce and bright, Others are gentle as the moon, a soft, soothing light. Among these wonders, a truth silently grows, The most precious love, within us glows. Not in the love given or received, does its value lie, But in the love for oneself that does not hide. This love is a fortress, a sanctuary of peace, Where doubts are quieted and judgments cease. It's the kindness we offer, to our own soul, That fills our heart and makes us feel whole.

Love

February 14, 2024
A poem titled Dreams that reads: Our dreams are never far, they're just out of sight, like the stars that hide in the daylight. Even when the path seems unclear, and our destination is not near, our hearts hold a compass that is true, guiding us in everything that we do. When doubts cloud our inner sky, when hope's wings forget how to fly, slow down and enjoy the view, let the horizon come to you. Our dreams are never far, we just need to remember where they are. They are between the laughter, and the tears, spread through days, and through years, a chorus sung by heart's own choir, a spark that fuels the deepest fire, They are a promise kept within our soul, and reaching them is the ultimate goal. There is nothing that you need to do, just sit back and let your dreams come to you.

Dreams

February 7, 2024
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