hush.

Creative Writing, Journal, Personal, Poetry

Wishing I were more competent,
Reality seeping into my expectations.
A brave new world, doused in complications.

“Look at me,” I’m screaming –
Drawing attention to my ever-nearing fate.
Blindly dancing toward the cliff,
no one saying a thing.

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Wish I Were

beautiful, Creative Writing, Hope, Journal, Love, Nature, Personal, Poetry, Poetry Wednesday, Small Things

I wish I were eloquent,
Eucalyptus in the wind.
How sea foam gently glides – pure and white.

Wish I were simple,
Notes of cocoa in coffee,
the sound of C-Major on a spring day.

Wish I were warming,
Tea on a bitter cold night,
The prolonged hug.