Post number 21 lovelies <3

What’s up buttercups? I haven’t done much, I was off school because of the hurricane Michael but we came back today. Did any of you guys also get hit by the hurricane? If so I hope your all safe and sound. Well since I don’t have much exciting to say please enjoy a poem.

fog rolls in from the ocean
quickly engulfing your thoughts
invading your vision
and ensnaring your emotions
your lungs strain for something
all you can hear is the throbbing
your reflexes slow
your feet feel glued to the spot
your lost in the fog

-Ana

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Post fourteen (dang three in a day I must be lost huh)

If you want to know the number thirteen is my favorite number and I was really excited to get to thirteen posts. I’m surprised I even got this far but it’s a lot of fun and I hope you all read my thirteen post because it means a lot to me. Well here is a poem I wrote last year:

Each beat of your heart shows your alive

Every scar you’ve ever received shows you can fight

Every tear you have ever cried shows you have emotions

Every breath you’ve ever taken shows you want to try

Every person you’ve ever met has left an impact

Every small thing keeps your heart beating

It’s a cycle and someday it’ll break but when it does know you were loved

If I were to add to this poem now I think it would look something like this now. Tell me what you think?:

Each beat of your heart may hurt

Every scar you receive may tell a story

Every tear you’ve ever shed isn’t a sign of weakness

Every breath you take is a fight to survive

Every person you have ever met may have impacted you but you control how

Every small  thing can help put the pieces of your heart back together

It’s a cycle

People get hurt, you get hurt, you move on, you find yourself again

The cycle will break

And you will be left the person you desire to be

Don’t let your scars define you

Don’t let yourself become frozen

 

P.S. sorry the picture is a little blurry I took it on my phone and transferred it to my computer

-Ana

 

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The Journey Begins

Well here is my first post enjoy a poem:

Like a ghost your words fade away

Leaving a hollow body behind and yet your actions are remembered

Your very memory engraved on my heart like a tomb stone that just wont crumble away

Let it crumble away

Let the dust fall

Let your memory fade

Like a ghost from its now perished body

Let your memory like a ghost fade

-Ana

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