Heather McCorkle: Favorites

May 2019 Heather McCorkle

Eitten S

Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                    rs
                      to the top floor.

i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D

#falling #stairs

Mar 2019 Heather McCorkle

Silent Battles

Mar 2019 Heather McCorkle

Edmund black

Silent Battles

Sometimes I just want to disappear
And live inside my head
Because in my head, the world is so much more beautiful....

But life of a poet is kinda like, the life of an alcoholic. Because
No matter how hard you try to stay away from writing or reading .... You just can’t get enough!

Mar 2019 Heather McCorkle

Imagine

Mar 2019 Heather McCorkle

Caitlyn Fletcher

Imagine

I still love him
And I can't imagine the day I won't

Mar 2019 Heather McCorkle

w r i t e r ‘ s b l o c k

Mar 2019 Heather McCorkle

Rupert Pip

w r i t e r ‘ s b l o c k

I can normally sit
and bleed words for hours
but lately when I cut
I can’t draw blood.
I guess they call this
writers block.

****

#writers #block

Feb 2019 Heather McCorkle

True Happiness

Feb 2019 Heather McCorkle

Shamai

True Happiness

What is it
That I find
Inside of myself
As I search
For the
Meaning of life
What emptiness
Evades me
And creates the illusion
Of true happiness
I know
That somewhere
Deep inside of myself
That there exists
A true joy
An authentic
Happiness
And
I just have to find it
Hidden
Amongst all the other
Angst

Feb 2019 Heather McCorkle

Darkest Places

Feb 2019 Heather McCorkle

Caitlyn Fletcher

Darkest Places

I spent a lot of time searching for love in the darkest places

Feb 2019 Heather McCorkle

addicted to poetry

Feb 2019 Heather McCorkle

Sydney Rose

addicted to poetry

poetry is the worst addiction
after a while you notice
you are immune to it
& your writings
portray no emotions to yourself
but the world is still moved