I have this journal that I have been writing quotes in since I was 14. I am finally close to filling the entire book, front to back. There are so many quotes that I can almost get lost in them. I always imagined how it would feel once I finally filled the entire book with all my factorite quotes that speak to my soul. Now that it is almost full, I have realized something.
Those words are not mine, even if I wrote them with my own hand. They do not say much about me. What they do say is how lazy I am. I have filled page after page with words that are not my own in an effort of learn about myself. All I have learned is I take shortcuts and I care too much about what others think of me. I am afraid to speak my mind. Even writing this I fear that someone will read this, judging me for the stupidity of my actions. I am afraid. This is what I will change this year.
I will be original.
I will speak my mind.
I will be brave in my effort to write apologetically.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Monday, April 25, 2016
I got sunshine on a cloudy day
I miss you.
I miss frustrating you and then trying to calm you down.
I miss your eyes and that one really light brown spot that drowns in the ocean of blue.
I miss being reminded to just go with it instead of fighting the current. And honestly,
I miss teasing you about some of the stupid things you do.
I miss the way that the frustrations of life melt off of me when you are around. I believe, in a way,
that you are my sun.
You melt off all the ice that keeps me stiff.
I can look at things from the shadows,
looking at every angle and different outline, but you shed your light on it and suddenly,
it becomes just what it is: clear and simple.
You are my sun.
When there is a long night consumed by darkness
I know that you will always bring your light back to me in the morning,
because you are my sun.
I miss frustrating you and then trying to calm you down.
I miss your eyes and that one really light brown spot that drowns in the ocean of blue.
I miss being reminded to just go with it instead of fighting the current. And honestly,
I miss teasing you about some of the stupid things you do.
I miss the way that the frustrations of life melt off of me when you are around. I believe, in a way,
that you are my sun.
You melt off all the ice that keeps me stiff.
I can look at things from the shadows,
looking at every angle and different outline, but you shed your light on it and suddenly,
it becomes just what it is: clear and simple.
You are my sun.
When there is a long night consumed by darkness
I know that you will always bring your light back to me in the morning,
because you are my sun.
First Post!
I never know how to start a blank page. I suppose this is as good a start as any.
You will probably find a lot of amateur poetry and writing here. This is my place to be creative and I shall embrace that!
Hope you enjoy!
You will probably find a lot of amateur poetry and writing here. This is my place to be creative and I shall embrace that!
Hope you enjoy!
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