Thankfulness Blooms
Thankfulness comes From deep inside From the very same place Where bitterness hides So, choose wisely Today and always And feel the bitterness Fade~~~~~~~~~~away When thankfulness blooms On Thanksgiving Day
Category: Written Thoughts
She Weeps
She weeps for us For our pettiness And still, we drink her tears Oblivious, she is crying We turn a deaf ear To the whimpering To the trembling Of our precious earth If only more would realize How much her tears are worth
Lost
Now’s a good time A great time to get lost Lost in the music The pages of a book Lost in memories A favorite recipe to cook Lost in a project A purely creative space Lost in a romance In the smile on a face Lost in the woods In the salty ocean air Lost… Read More Lost
Still
Day turns to night As night turns to day As it’s always been As it’ll always stay We take a breath in We breathe it out We hold onto hope We’re shackled by doubt Still, the sun will set Still, the sun will rise Still, a new day dawns As we open our eyes
Climb
Give yourself a break As you navigate your way You’ve been through hell But tomorrow’s a new day Though it may lead right back to hell No one can make you stay Climb your way out With your scars on display
November’s Way
November’s golden embers Grow dimmer by the day Faded and fallen Never long to stay Never ones to say goodbye Just gone for good one day Though we wish to hold on That is November’s way
Too Young to Vote
Too young to vote We’ve all been there When we were innocent And unaware Of the contention I’m right; you’re wrong The constant noise That’s gone on too long Before we’d ever heard Of hanging chads When a Happy Meal Was what made us glad When the grown-ups stood In long lines As we played… Read More Too Young to Vote
Evergreen
The old-growth pines Are slowly letting go Brittle needles fall Orange-tinged below Where pinecones sprout Evergreen The wind’s a mix Of pine and gasoline A chainsaw hums In the distance
Whispers
Words drop from lips Like leaves to the ground Colorful, textured Sounds Fall, falling, fallen Whispers Lost sentiments Of the season
Sickly-sweet
No matter how you slice it A pie is still a pie No matter how you hear it A lie is still a lie Served on porcelain plates With fancy silverware Covered in whipped cream With an extra plate to share Their filling sickly-sweet Their aftertaste despair
Jessica M. Collette 
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