#newstart
The storm will find its way to rain,
The rain will fade and drift away,
And in its wake, the sun will rise again.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
Crossing both fingers— hoping my luck
aligns with a healthy beginning; I should’ve
stopped leaning on lovers to fill me with meaning,
A cigarette kissed my middle finger— baby it’s
still stinging; now I flick curses with an itchy finger…
The Uno card I played yesterday wasn’t winning—
a wild-card start with no healthy beginning: the next
time I fall, take me as new, I’m just a beginner;
Pushing to the limit, limit pushing feelings —
“please, Lord”—I whisper, “I'm just a beginner;”
a sinner rehearsing the role of forgiving, convincing
myself I'm not a sinner; truth is, for me…
I need that healthy beginning.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 6:26 AM UTC
Broken, the planks
have fallen.
Useless, the sail
is plunging.
Asleep, the sailor
arrives.
Comfortable, it is
—the sand—
It doesn't wake him up
or send him back.
A desert island
is a good place for a new start.
But the island is not desert—
people have lived there
for years, decades—
generations.
They tie him to a tree,
they slap his face awake,
until his mouth lets out
a shy, almost silent greeting:
"Hi, I'm the new child"
His face is red,
from slaps and embarrassment.
He wishes they let him go,
he wishes they turn to something else—
but they don't.
Night falls, they go to sleep.
They are tired—he is tied.
Below the quiet stars,
when he almost had fallen asleep,
a girl approaches to help him.
"Hi! I'm sorry for what they did",
she says.
"They just love to be superior to strangers"
—her face filled with disappointment—
"You know, they are humans—
they love to do that.
By the way, my name's Emily"
When she stops talking,
he is not tied anymore.
Emily extended her hand—
"Mine is John",
he says as he takes her hand.
"Well, John—
this is the warmest welcome you'll get"
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
A new page,
A shaky hand,
A fresh attempt,
A better stand;
I’ve failed before,
I won’t deny,
I’ve watched my plans,
Just slowly die;
But something in me,
Still wants to try,
Still wants to lift,
Its tired sky;
One first step,
Then one more too,
A road begins,
When I choose “new”.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:41 AM UTC
I’ve come unmoored
Unsure
Unfocused
Unsettled
I can’t decide the best path
In a landscape so new
Living in limbo
Wanting more
Wanting less
All at the same time
My past begs me to shut down
Pull back
Give up
Retreat
My scars whisper ominous predictions of future pain
More time together means certain doom
If he sees me more, he’ll see my flaws
And start to hate me
He’ll get mean
He’ll look at me with disgust
His irritation will boil over
The stakes feel too high
going through that a second time
would break me for good
I need to be good on my own
I am good on my own
But then those sweet moments of unalone
They crack open something inside me
Something I thought was lost
A need I am scared to face
What if the safety of solitude isn’t worth missing out on the highs of togetherness
As my one true love grows up
Needing me less and less
Wanting my time less and less
I’m desperate to fill that void
I feel myself floundering
But
I don’t believe in love
I don’t believe in love
I don’t believe in love
What do I need to anchor me in this world
Will I blow away, an insignificant leaf
if I don’t tie myself to a partner
I was flying high and free
Didn’t realize how cold I was
Until his warm arms held me
Like a divine lullaby
His voice vibrated against my cheek
The thrill of him wanting me
Woke up a need in me, an aching need
A need that unsettles me
And steals my sleep
And leaves me longing
for touch
for more
Can I continue to satisfy this need without losing my peace
Why must every pleasure come with a cost
Does every pleasure come with a cost
What am I doing
What should I do next
Is it even up to me
It feels it is time to sink or swim
Floating to survive is no longer an option
© 2026 SincerelyJoanWrites
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
When waking up
from my sleeplessness
I am tired
of the task
to create
a new past
anyhow
grafted onto
who I have been
with a family
and a mother
who knew me
to create
a second life
under a sun
bright enough
to warm me
and bleach
the shadows
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 2:00 AM UTC
Destruction, and then
the dust settles, the wind blows --
Of a new era?
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM UTC
Times are getting hard, my woman,
money is getting scarce.
Will you give your hand, my woman
let us leave this place.
wave goodbye to Everyone,
Guess this is what it takes.
Will you hold my hand,
Tell me you wanna stay
Gonna leave this land today
cannot bear this flay
you would be my true love,
We can make anywhere home.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
Indigenous!
Belong, in place.
Eligible to be? (Unpaid)
Tracing comfort. (confronted)
Distribute all rawness.
Attribute all peace.
Abolish odd disturbances.
Against all odds, shadowing perspective.
Feeling at ease... Just ME! (Relieved)
Canvased in dirt immersed in blood. (Rituals)
Unleash the royal beast.
Reveal all - ME. (Lead)
Smudged, focused on the challenge.
Do you see?
ME?
Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 7:08 PM UTC
On a cloudy day
The autumn leafs are falling
Time to say goodbye
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
i used to hide from your pain
change myself for you
and i called it love
blindly following you
until you broke me
so i sat in my room eating icecream
when was the last time i was without you?
my heart is bruised, but its healing
cause i found people
that loved me through my problems
and they mended my tender heart
so that one day,
i can truly find love
and be reborn
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:34 PM UTC
This year clothes me like an old coat
Worn at the elbows, with saggy shoulders
A smell that suggests more wears than washes,
***** tissues and receipts filling pockets
A tear in the lining from a drunken fall,
A tear of pain from an emotional fool
Wiped on a sleeve to preserve my masculinity.
I need to shed this year like a skin
As a spider, a lobster, a snake in the sun
To outgrow and move on from restrictive tissue,
Embrace the world as new again,
Fool myself on New Year’s Eve
I emerge like the butterfly from its cocoon
Reveal my flamboyant new wings,
To kid myself I am reborn.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
you look like
the one who
left me behind,
but you smile
just a little wider
and my heart
already feels
a lot warmer.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
Tomorrow makes its way into the history
of my heart – always a mystery to me
it is full of people, music, feeling, and strain
a morsel of ache and moments of drain
it has taken me
walked and run
from rising to setting sun
from shame to grace
from a lower to a higher place.
This old heart has filled me with tears
of sadness, joy, faith and fears
awe and anger, glorious heights
lowly dark and bruising disgust
love full of passion, pain, and trust.
Touched by victories over incredible odds
moved from darkness to cirrus gods
from squalls and brawls and angry shouting
snatched me from moments of demons and doubting.
Heart to beating heart in warm embraces
football in sandlots and youthful races
fearful greetings and tearful goodbyes
falling in love with her big brown eyes
heart to heart in evenings of sharing
from being apart to coupling and caring.
And so tomorrow I and my heart
go again for another new start
in the hands of healers
and angels from afar
whatever comes from this
if all is well or it goes amiss
I fear not whatever the course
for I have been - and will be - in the hands of the Source.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
Dear demoiselle en détresse,
I’m sorry I’m not the prince charming you expected
Who would run after you as the clock hit midnight
Or fight my way through all perils to free you from your slumber with a kiss
I’m sorry I’m the one who would rather spend his evening in his room
Surrounded by books rather than waste the night away at a party
The one who’s idea of a perfect date is eating our way through a pizza
While talking about everything and nothing
Instead of a candlelight dinner making promises we both know we can’t keep
The one who ***** with the jocks
Reads with the nerds
Hangs with the stoners
Says hi to the outcasts
The one who belongs everywhere and nowhere at the same time
The loner
The one who would love you for the color of yours eyes over what catches the eye
The one who would love the words coming out of your lips over the sway of your hips
The one who would ask you about your favorite book instead of the number followers you have
I’m sorry I am the guy who would trick the dragon instead of fighting it
I’m sorry I ain’t the knight in shining armor
I’m just the guy telling him where to strike with his sword
And even if you look past that
I’m sorry I want a companion who would ride by my side
Not a trophy wife to hang and brag about
I’m sorry I always ***** my finger on the thorns of the roses
Which is why next time I’ll pray for a sunflower
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
I'm ready to begin again
Where my life doesn't revolve
around having a million fake friends
A popularity contest for 13 years of my life
I'm ready to not be afraid
To stand on an edge and say
I'm me, all me, and only me
To be someone
I choose to be
Not some predetermined destiny
To love myself and all around
To sit on my throne as Queen
and be crowned
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
there are two more days until 2018. believe in yourself. this year may have been hard on you, but just know that you are worth so much more than what has happened to you. i love you all. happy new years. you guys got this!
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
She thinks of herself like a butterfly at night
Lost in the darkness and overwhelmed by fright
She has no one beside her and left by her beloved
Till her vision of hope for tomorrow has faded
She smiles gorgeously yet her heart is broken
She's like a rose left alone in the barren
She has bade farewell to all that would come
And already chose a life that is quite lonesome
Yet as the days past she saw a flicker of light
For he arrive at her life and became her knight
He showed her the beauty that awaits tomorrow
He became her hope and proved that life is not mere sorrow
He told her the past does not define your destiny
For it is still in your hands and what you choose to be
So my dearest remember deeply this advice
The pain of the past will make you stronger and wise
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
You might be
blogging or podding,
Googling, Yahoo-ing,
Texting, Twittering,
Instagraming, Messaging
Snapchating, WhatsApping,
or good old fashioned
rambling Tumblring -
whatever you're casting
your thumbs will be moving
like proverbial lightning
- proving again and again
the might of your words
over any old persitent swords.
Words of love over words of hate.
That's right - words that reconciliate.
Ignore the can'ts, hear the cans
Hash-tag: 'wordsaremightierthan'.
Facing those fears,
shouting through tears.
Redeeming the years
thought lost in arrears.
Letting them know
you're letting them go
and no longer able
to live with old labels.
Finding the roar
to voice who you are.
Finding the words
to blunt those old swords.
Thumbs at the ready,
hands nice and steady.
You're free men and women,
with a brand new beginning.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
I used to think of you
how you light up the room
every step of the way you bloom
You are terrifying when you crack your knucles
but are the prettiest and sweetest when you chuckle
but as time passed by
who wouldve knew
that we would be together that night
love is tested
love is questioned
and with that became a result of depression
you told me you loved me
but we grew apart
i felt like my heart was pierced with a dart
I felt a sudden burn higher than degree
now that we are apart
I hope you smile
smile with a big smile
go on without me
because i guarantee
you are worth more than what i can give
baby, lovers apart but lovers at heart
i hope you have a brand new start
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC