So hard to keep up with reading all the poetry and stories when I don’t sign on for a few!  This will take a while…lol

If only…

If you only knew what you meant to me
you’d know I couldn’t stop the rain
from washing away the blame
that only you could explain



- xsimplifyingmymindx  May 2012

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#200 

If poetry was a person, it would be naked. Because words speak too loudly, whether they are delicate or raw. Either way, you see them crying or smiling — tempting you to touch and feel exactly what they show you. The best thing about their body would be how much they allow themselves to show you. If they show too little, you want more; but if they show too much, you may perhaps make love.
Poetry could be as nude as you want it to be. The question I always ask myself is “how naked should I be today?”

leaveyouapen:

#200 

If poetry was a person, it would be naked. Because words speak too loudly, whether they are delicate or raw. Either way, you see them crying or smiling — tempting you to touch and feel exactly what they show you. The best thing about their body would be how much they allow themselves to show you. If they show too little, you want more; but if they show too much, you may perhaps make love.

Poetry could be as nude as you want it to be. The question I always ask myself is “how naked should I be today?”

Hate that I feel like it takes me forever to finish pieces sometimes…I never considered myself a writer and I still definitely don’t.  But when I started writing and was told, wow that was good…it gave me the confidence to continue.  I may not have the most extensive vocabulary and I may not write in the most eloquent way as some of my followers and those I follow do but it’s mine.  It’s MY way of putting it all on “paper” and it feels great!  :)   I can say this though,  I learn a lot from my followers and those I follow and you all inspire me to strive to be a better writer.  I write from my heart and am honored by all who follow me!

Shattered, Pieces of Me

And so it has been written,
my world,
so hard it has bitten,
to myself I will keep curled
and into the darkness,
fully I will be submerged

Excruciating rise in fear
rushing wildly like an electrical current
ready to instill a shock so rare
into what was once whole and vibrant
but now a shell, absent, vacant as I glare

Into the mirror feeling lifeless, gasping for air
knowing this burden, heavy to bare
will be forever a weight carried with no room for error
that once fleeting moment, now a glimpse of despair

How can I be blissful , when the future appears so grim
how do I get through this, fear and negativity filled to the brim
shattered across the floor, all hopes for more
pieces of me scattered like a jigsaw
will I ever arise to renew and restore?

-xsimplifyingmymindx  May 2012

The Unknown

I stare at the sky
And can’t help but cry
To know that you are high up somewhere
Instead of being home where you can be near
Hard to bear
Don’t think I have released my full tears
Not yet
Wonder why, that I don’t know

- xsimplifyingmymindx  May 2012 (photo taken by me on the beach with #instagram)