I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
The ache of missing you is ever-present It smolders like an ember in my heart I feel I have become a dandelion, As if one wish could scatter me apart.
By D'Shan Berry8 months ago in Poets
His voice had an edge as hard as his life, Like whiskey and asphalt, distilled; Face lined like a map of where all he'd been; A head full of dreams, unfulfilled.
By D'Shan Berry10 months ago in Poets
People have called me an "old soul" Since I was just a kid; Amazed by my youthful knowledge. The price, I always hid. —
By D'Shan Berry2 years ago in Poets
Blue Christmas With red and green surrounding me, All I can feel is blue. The music of the caroling Does not seem to ring true.
At first, we gathered just to mourn, Our own griefs our own way, But we've come beside each other; Built friendships that will stay.
I found out you were gone on April Fool's. However mean, I prayed it was a joke, But truth reverberated through my soul: You'd left like an ephemeral wisp of smoke.
By D'Shan Berry3 years ago in Poets
There once was a lad from Toledo, Who swam as fast as a torpedo. He had them all beat, But all he would eat Were French fries and spicy burritos.
There once was a laddie from Limerick, Who fainted at thought of a pin prick. No needles, swore he, Will e'r be near me,
Inching to my end, Time slows as death draws closer; Each moment, precious.
The moment slips by — Out of reach, into the past, Ever in my mind.
Under a bushel, I hide me; Afraid to show my light. Careful not to draw attention, I shrink in the world's sight. A part of me only feels safe
September washes over me like a riptide — pulling me down, dragging me out into a vast sea of sorrows, far away from the safety of shore.
