The Kissing Hand

Word Count: 53

Warning: No warning.


A nighttime tradition,

Curling up to your side

Listening to your soothing,

Animated voice as I fell in love

With what became my favorite childhood book.

Chester The Racoon, an entity not unlike myself,

With such a sweet demeanor,

And slightly concerning separation anxiety,

The love we share for our mothers

Is unparalleled

 

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Romance

Word count: 74

Warnings: No warnings.


Have you ever loved so greatly,

You can’t remember your life before

You met them?

Your past, a dull, grey anomaly compared

To the joy and color they brought to your life?

 

Have you ever missed someone so deeply,

Every day you pray you’ll fall asleep, and

Wake up beside their beautiful, precious face,

But instead, you wake up to the dull, grey

Anomaly that is your life, longing for your

Lover to return.

 

Have you sacrificed your mind and soul,

Just to ensure their happiness?

To put aside your wants

Forego your needs,

To give their every desire,

To make Their dreams come true –

That is one of many great acts of love.

 

Oh, the feeling of warmth and safety,

The familiar, stunning smile

Of the one you’d thank

If they shattered you into a million pieces,

The bond between two which can never be broken,

True Love.

A hopeless romantic I shall remain,

Until, maybe, perhaps one day,

I’ll find my true love,

With them, I’ll spend the rest of my days.

 

Happiness

Word count: 296

Warning:  No warnings!


Crying’s a weakness, she told me so

But I can’t help it when the thing I most aspire to be

Slips right through my hands

But David’s here, Whitney too

So many inspirations I could never meet

Though I know in my soul

They’ll be with me every step of the way (they always have been)

Never once have they let me down

They brought me my one aspiration

But what is happiness, truly?

True happiness cannot be wrapped

In pretty paper and bows

Nor can it be bought

I suppose it comes from deep within

Deep within your heart, mind, and soul

It’s only now I’m learning,

That it’s okay to be afraid

It’s okay to be sad

It’s okay to cry

It’s okay to be mad at the world

It’s okay to embrace your disabilities

It’s okay, because you are human

And there is not one human being

On the face of this Earth

That is perfect and saint-like

In fact, we’re all a bunch of sinners

But it’s the people who want to change, who want forgiveness

That go straight to heaven

I think I know what happiness to me is now

It’s my family

My animals

My friends

My teachers

The countless amount of people who are always kind to me

And most importantly,

It’s the love and respect I have for myself

No matter how many times I think negatively about myself,

No matter how many times I shame myself for my body,

No matter how many times I wish I was “normal”,

No matter how many times Life kicks me down,

No matter how sad I am,

At the end of the day, I realize just how amazingly unique I am

How blessed I am

That is happiness to me

 

 

Writing

Word count: 104

Warning: No warning!


Why do I write?

I write for many reasons:

To share an experience,

To vent my feelings,

To talk about subjects

Of which most people turn

A blind eye to.

 

Writing makes me feel alive,

Makes me feel as though I have

A voice that can be heard above

The noise.

It makes me happy,

It makes me sad.

It makes me angry,

And most of all, it makes me

Grateful to be alive.

 

Whether it’s an emotional poem,

A silly short story

Or a novel that bears

My very heart and soul,

Writing, for me,

Is the one thing I have

Control over.

 

Te Fiti

Word count: 50

Warning: None except for the fact that I do NOT own Moana or any of it’s characters! They belong to Disney.


The wind blows through your hair

Exquisite flowers adorn you, from head to toe

From the ashes, you rose like a Phoenix

In the ocean, a brave sailor, a demigod, praise your beauty

To be in the presence of such powerful, beautiful goddess,

Is a dream come true