Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
Diving into unknown waters Innocent as pie Slowly, something starts to crack The surface of my mind Reality has slipped my grip
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
I have lack-of-self awareness That’s what makes me sick Out of everyone to have this shit I’m just the one I’d pick • But knowing that it’s there
Wave goodbye and wish me well For roads yet conquered lie ahead Pockmarked, marred by concrete swells Touched by souls alive and dead
Paper flowers Don’t have thorns beside their blooms • Paper flowers Don’t lose their petals in the winter • Paper flowers
Early morning As the day breaks She wades into familiar water: A river walked a thousand times Her home, the forest all around
Last night, I had a dream That I was talking to people without feeling like they wanted to run away from me • Last night, I had a dream
Did you know that even succulents grow calluses? When cut or broken, at first, a succulent’s “leaf” will appear moist and vulnerable where it has snapped. Showing the water it has stored within to the outside world.
The birthday girl looked up from her spot in the armchair, where she had spent the majority of the last three years. Or maybe the last five, or seven. She couldn’t remember.
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Fiction
Did you know that even succulents grow calluses? When broken, at first, a succulent’s “leaf” will be moist and vulnerable where it has snapped.
She woke up in a cold sweat again, stress and premature hormonal imbalance ravaging her body as if in a nightmare. “Is it over?” she asked, to no one in particular.
Coffee in the morning Red wine in the evening Sunset out the window Starlight on the ceiling • There’s nothing more precious than being alive
When in doubt Take the scenic route. • Stop and smell the roses when the world imposes Have your cake, and taste it too
