I used to never say never,
I knew every rose has thorns.
I used to be wise and clever,
but that was before I was born.

I used to believe in magic,
and that I would never be gone.
I lived my life to the fullest,
but that was before I was born.

I knew how to always be happy
and cherish the smallest joys.
I used to get cramps from laughing,
but then I came to this world.

Happiness hurts.
Because though I'm laughing
I can't help remembering
another time
I laughed just like this.
It kills me
that I wish to go back.
And when months
or maybe years
pass.
I'll look back at today
for the very same reason
I looked back at yesterday.

I had a planet,
just a little one
but still.

it had activities--
recreational
illicit
volcanic.

from a promontory above one of its seas,
I pondered what to do with a drunken sailor
early in the morning.

I had to rent out my little planet
due to the commute.
Years passed.

When I returned and saw
what the renters had done,
I brought the flood in my righteous anger.

Things are better now,
lo these many months gone by.

I have a koi pond with native goldfish.
I sleep in until lazy o'clock
or until the stars wheel above my gingerbread cottage.

The sailor got sober, survived the flood,
and sings, "Weigh-hay and up she rises"
when I stir

both my happy ***,
and the coffee he has kindly fixed
the way he knows I like it.

I have a planet,
just a little one
but still.

My granddaughter and me
the best artists to ever be!
We make, we write, we draw wild things,
So strange and bold, with scribbled wings.
We paint the sun with purple glue,
And give the moon a mohawk too.
We turn the clouds into mashed potatoes,
And make giraffes wear sweet pink halos.
You might look once and raise your brow,
“Is that a dragon... or a cow?”
But we just laugh and say with glee:
“You don’t see it? That’s on you, not me!”
We’re the best and no need to boast
Of silliness, we make the most.
So when you see our crazy art,
Know it's made with love and heart.

Someone once told me,
"You’re shining. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way."
I in fact, have been feeling that way.

I sit and think about all the pain and problems I've gone through.
Thinking before, "I'm so done. What am I gonna do.??"
I now say to myself "I am so strong for keeping up and fighting my hardest. "

"I'm
so
proud
of
you."

You taste like a dream
How I wish to never wake again
You stitched my heart at the seams
With love stronger than a friend
My heart is yours forever more
Over your entire being
Love I will pour
Thank you for being my muse
My everlasting love
I'll love you win or lose
Until we go to heaven above



-Ciara Faith Ann
To
Jeremy Anderson Turner
"My hearts desire"
Love poem
July 9, 2025 🫂

This must be my sad pen,
    that’s all it wants to write
It’s sad because my lover,
    she only wants to fight

My pen and I are lonely,
    no one to hold tonight
We can only see the darkness,
    we cannot see the light

My pen and I used to be happy,
    my lover was by my side
Now we share the blackened sky,
    where we can run and hide

Someday soon I’ll find my happy pen,
    write about how good our love was
My happy pen will make me smile,
    that’s what my happy pen does