danielle-rose
American
My perspective is my greatest enemy and my only ally.The goal is freedom,freedom from the past and the things I can not change.Half the time I am unable to deal with the chaos that engulfs my mind but then I put my pen on paper and the loathing subsides.My aspiration would be to connect with someone,if only for a few moments,while their eyes skim across my lines.I dont need praise.I only wish to invoke feeling.Like an inside joke whose warmth is only felt by the few who share it. / / [email protected]
Streaking across my window, reflecting light from dripping chill. My breath fogs my vision - I close my eyes - and feel so, still. The patter echoes along my edges as the grey gives way to blue. Caught up in your atmosphere - I bet you never knew.
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 8:57 AM UTC
Time - endlessly flowing - formless, fluid, and in the absence of context. The more I dip my fingers into passive meaning - the more my skin gives way - scars - loosens it's grip. She takes - then gives everything - as she ebbs then floods her possibilities - teasing - invoking. I lose the meanings - unlearn the rhymes - forget to remember - in a sea of melancholy, enchantment, longing - pain. I embrace her wholly and reject her simultaneously - she's just a concept - too surreal. Is anything that is thought or felt real?
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 10:15 AM UTC
For the love of the sun - I come undone - while blanketed in the softened light of the moon. I swoon and give way - engulfed by unquenchable flame - the cool ground beneath - consuming my core.
The call crashing at the edge of my mind - I continue on with closed eyes - and deeply kiss the blessing of a new day; feast or famine - this longing remains unchanged - imploring eternity - in a song of praise.
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 10:29 AM UTC
This inescapable anguish - is the price of love - and no matter how many times I surrender - the force keeps lifting me up.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 7:38 AM UTC
A part of me was always silently hoping and wishing for loves return.
Before I learned - then unlearned - only to lessen once more.
I chased the vision you inspired until my feet bled.
I still can't tell if it was you or me - that I sought after ever so desperately. I just know your face helped me to see - everything I ever wanted to be.
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 4:43 PM UTC
Hearing the shaking palms reminds me of a steady rain - the smell of petrichor envelops my senses - as the tides come crashing through each wave of pain. I can taste the salt in the air - imprisoned by this eternal longing - left with a dare.
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 8:54 PM UTC
Tiny hands and little feet
She's the very reason my heart beats
Gripping my finger oh so tight
Kept safe in my arms all through the night
Her eyes have yet so much to see
For now she's content just gazing at me
Her life is held within my hands
Before I know it she'll be able to stand
Each day she grows and shows her strength
But like her mama she lacks in length
Her voice is angelic
Her hair so long
She looks like her daddy but she's moody like mom
I never knew that I could love someone
To this extent and this strong
She is changing my perspective and
nurishing my soul
To give her what's best is now a lifetime goal
I may not have much and I may be flawed
But I would give and change everything
to be a great mom
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
You are a thousand whispers carrying my thoughts
to places they have never achieved.
Inspiring good faith and sound strength,
I never thought I could feel this whole and serene.
It was always you since there has been a me,
you were meant to be in all of your wondrous glory,
and although your face I have yet to see I already know it's home.
If only you could see how much this love is changing me,
I have never been so sure.
You have given me purpose,
conviction,
and infinite love while we ponder the possibilities of your name.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
Misconstrued and misguided,
the small minded blindsided,
by the devil who crept through the back door.
Ignored or mistaken for the things you adore,
the thrill that kills any trace of will.
A siren tricking the mind to hearing silence
at alarming stakes.
It all makes me shake with rage,
for it's hate that's been my saving grace,
because I know the results of stolen faith.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
For a few minutes I fall into an infinite moment,
one in which I will relive timelessly and cherish until I am dormant.
Enchanted by the charm of bees and floral in the Florida Keys,
a day that will affect my dreams.
Beauty laps my mind with sun kisses and butterfly wings
while palms sway and sing in a gentle breeze,
I am home.
Floating in endless weightless movement,
never settling my soul.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC