You liked to invent the day
with a soft tune
Or a subtle irony
We smile willingly
But I must confess to you
That we liked the most
It was seeing your hips wave
Like spikes moved by the wind

Passing by the old oak tree
You see a carved heart there
from you and me
Little did we know back then
that with a carved heart
It would also end.


Shell✨🐚

I look at someone else's poem
And I see flawlessness.
I look at my own
And I see nothing but flaws.
I write poetry to get away from the bad feelings.
Not to make more.
And it's hard.
Everything is hard.
I've become hard.
Hardened to the beauty of the world.
Hardened to the beauty of poetry.
All I can focus on is my own writing
As I try to be as good
As you.

Maybe you aren’t you because  you’re trying to be who you were before the trauma, that person doesn’t exist anymore, because there’s a new you that’s trying to be born! Breathe life into that person!

Longing for the days gone by.

Sometimes out of the blue
it hits you.
This special feeling coming over you
from long ago
when you were a child
When you were home
A longing for what was
but has gone by.

It’s still inside you.
makes you happy
makes you cry.
It defines who you are
and why you are
the way you are.

Shell ✨🐚

All alone with her memories
She tries to write a poem
It will be about life and love
And disappointment
The months disappeared into years
But the pain and joy go on
Forging her resolve to resolve
The loss, the hunger, the gladness, the sadness
The blouse she wears was given by him
Pulled from her closet on special days
There she is: sitting on that big rock
Staring into the Bay
It’s best not to approach her now
There’s really nothing to say