Tag: creative writing
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You Become My Words
All the people I meet become poems. Unable to express myself otherwise, for I’ve always been told, not to speak. xxx The written word can flow. Where the spoken word falters. We tangle our words, mash up our feelings, because we can’t let them know. xxx They can’t know the trueness. That lies within. How…
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Enjoying Sweet Moments
I look at your face, while you sleep. Those beautiful long eyelashes, brushing against your cheeks, while you dream so deep. xxx Your little button nose, and perfect red lips. You look so peaceful, your breath so quiet, your chest moving in little dips. xxx I love it when you cuddle me. Arm thrown around…
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Me, the Hopeless Romantic…
I’m a hopeless romantic. I will crush you with feelings, swamp you with love notes, send you little texts that will hold so much meaning. xxx I’m the kind of person that makes up mixed tapes, of love songs we listened too, that we laughed and danced too when we were just mates. xxx Pictures…
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Hunkering Down
I’m going to withdraw and go inside for a while. Hunker down, go quiet, so that again, I will see a smile. xxx I’m going inside, where the light cannot reach. If only for a moment so that maybe I can have something to teach. xxx The shadows are casting a glance. Beckoning to take…
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Strength in your Hands.
You took my hand in yours and brushed my knuckle. I felt the warmth of your fingers and I knew my knees would slowly buckle. xxx The strength in your hand is the strength that holds me tighter. Until I panic… My body comes undone and I know it’s time to flee… xxx I can’t…
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Moonlit Dreams
I lay down enveloped in the moonlit rays. I feel safe. It’s nights like these that I am taken on journeys. xxx Journeys too much to face when I am awake. Unable to explore or reach out. They are best hidden in amongst the dark where they belong. xxx Soul searching, exploring my depths. Huge…
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Careful Words
Twisting in my gut, so much pain. You have no idea how it hurts. Same as I cannot imagine how you hurt. xxx It knocks me back. Sets me into quiet mode. I pull away because of your words. xxx Ask me to talk, yet I open up, you squash me back down. Falling into…
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Inspiration post – Healing Through Dance
I finally went dancing on Friday. I used to go all the time, but haven’t in the last 6 months. I’m not sure why I haven’t been. Lack of interest, too tired, work, guilt about going out and leaving my family yet again. Probably a multitude of things. But this Friday, I was feeling so…
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Can I Borrow You?
Always the listener. Where are the ears that listen to me? Mine are on loan to whomever needs them. But I don’t get to borrow. xxx Or is it that I’m too scared? xxx I don’t let on what’s inside. I dont let out my burning screams. I dont let out the tears and sobs…
Untamed 