Over a year ago, I struggled deeply with my writing; especially with poetry. I didn’t like how dark my pieces sounded. By dark, I mean- they gave me a sense of sadness or gave a morbid vibe. So I stopped writing poems. Then after a while, I stopped trying to write – I didn’t think my writing was good enough. I kept comparing the reach and feedback to what I thought other people had. It discouraged me and convinced me that writing wasn’t my thing. So I stopped writing all toge

I was minding my own business when these words started forming in my head… It sounded pretty so I picked my phone and started writing…. enjoy Maybe it was the way the wind carried her perfume. It was strong. Tickled your nose every time she was around. Maybe it was the way the airwaves whispered her footsteps. You would hear her heels dance with the ground moments before you sensed her. And when you saw her, you would see the glory of skin. Glistening and smooth, her pores we

Paint me a picture Draw me up as a figurine Make me what I’m not. I will be your puppet Until the wind blows. Then, I will dance. A light happy dance like the trees do when there are storms. But when I dance, there will be no storm, no lightning, no rain. There may be thunder and it will roar to the beat of my dance-steps #blogger #blogging #Poems #rain #poetry #dance #poem #life #Truth