Original Poetry

Writing is one of my favorite hobbies. Poetry in particular allows me to express myself artistically. I run a separate blog for all of my poetry, but on this page I feature a few of my personal favorites.

Daughter of the Earth

“Return to me, daughter.”
I hear the earth breathe
capturing my heart beat
for a time I forgot
my father taught me as a child
we are keepers of this land
as I hold life in my hands
the dirt under my nails
brings revival to
the seed I plant
in the ground
that will grow
my character
when the rain pours
“Years lost, but you never change.”
The sunshine
beams light into color
a perfect harmony
of leafy greens
I follow the horizon
clear into tomorrow
to enjoy its melody.
For when we love the earth,
she loves us back fiercely.
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Why I Fell In Love With Another Country

It was movement when life came to an abrupt halt. It was living where I was just surviving. A life when my own had ended. It filled the emptiness inside and gave me something to hold, to look forward to. It gave me hope. Because now I finally realized there was a whole world outside of my own waiting to be discovered. A world that wasn’t tainted with the things I already knew too well. It had its own set of ups and downs, things completely foreign to me, and that made me curious for the first time in a really long time. It was adventure waiting to be had in my uncontrollably dull life. A second chance. An escape from the pain I felt daily. A fresh start. A dash of color to my unintentionally blank canvas. It offered me a goal to achieve – a new dream wanting to be fulfilled. It started out silly and shallow but grew into something much deeper than I could have ever imagined. What some thought was a meaningless obsession was actually love for an uncharted land, a different culture. And, in the end, few will ever understand that feeling I felt back in November – that spark in the dark.

One Thing I Can Be Sure Of

One thing I can be sure of
Is where I find peace:
By the seashore.
Sense the rhythm of nature
Is both beautiful and wild
By far my love and greatest fear
I bare my soul in the quiet hours
And he takes the weight of my tears.
I exist purely in spirit with water and sand –
Like old friends, we come back and begin again
And suddenly I understand a little more of the infinite

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