Hello Sweet Peas,
I thought I’d dive in with something a little different today because despite my love for my fashion and day to day posts I’m still shamefully a writer and take into account I write anything and everything. One thing I do admire is poetry, yet I usually keep this quiet and share with no one, it’s top secret 😉 However I could go on and on about the stigma towards poetry and in what people perceive it to be. Poetry is practically everywhere songs, speeches, lists, even to the little things you jot down thinking they fail to mean anything and yet we fail to realize it because most idiots think it’s on the lines of “the lazy cat spent his whole day on the mat” (I know that’s an awful example but you get my point okay!…)
Anyway, lately I’ve been reflecting an awful lot and trying to grasp my head around so many different aspects of my life, which only means one thing – I write an awful lots of thoughts and poetry if you like. So I thought I’d pluck up the courage to search for something I could share with you all. (Plus it changes up the blog a bit ey?) Enjoy.
If acceptance is all that is left,
then I shall,
I shall grasp it with both worn shaken hands,
until they cannot possibly connect anymore.
Palms shall only burn,
As I have discovered on my paths the hard way,
that this is a ‘cruel to be kind’ matter –
a state that can only be undone through the given strength of determination.
It shall fall upon me,
the day a reflection ends all control towards my dis-formed mind.
I shall float down the winding street, with not even a reassuring check,
from the shoppers windows that once suffocated me.
there should be no need for your fragile fingertips
to disgustingly grasp
the itty gritty parts in which you have self taught in hating.
You deserve sparkles of more than falling tears,
more than screaming echo’s,
which appear due to your thighs size
in the pinching of your own skin.
In’s and outs, ups and downs from a souls and enlightenment of fires,
fires we should accept the warmth within,
not fights that continuously burn deep,
leaving it’s blinding ashes behind scattered to haunt us.
It is taught to embrace ones beauty,
yet involving a voice in which contemplates,
the hazed lines between lies,
and the truth.