Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Thought That You Should Know
In my bones I feel the weight of every sigh In my bones Weep with you, every time you cry In my bones I want to save you from the storm And I just thought that you might like to know * To the core I know the struggles of the day To my core The biting words that people say To my core I want to wash it all away And I just thought that you would like to know * That - although it’s hard to see, there’s a lesson here, for free I’ve been there, and this darkness ain’t the end There comes a moment, and you’ll know it, when you’ve finally had enough The light calling to you, will not be pushed away * Hang on there You have just about arrived Hang on there You will do way more, than survive Hang on there You are about to start your life And I know that these are things, that you now know
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
A Poet's Plight
The poet has no choice, but to write down every word - dripping, bleeding, oozing from the heart, in waves of blue. No force against it stands when they declare, debate, demand, emotion wins the war, when waged with weeping words. Some have tried to hold them back, stop the raging, roaring track- with fragile trains made out of brokenness and pain. But very few have found success, much less, write of happiness, until the price for hurt, is called out by its name. So, show some mercy for the ones, writing till the morning sun, releasing strong emotions, back into the void. Sharing another lover's scar, saving the next fragmented heart - from the emptiness of the broken and destroyed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Can You Hear It
The moon and the mist, hide a secret The darkness, helps hide it away The sounds in the midnight get louder The night lingers into the day * Mossy pathways make it hard to stay balanced The air is as thick as the mud Staying sane becomes your biggest challenge Something is lurking and searching for blood * The scent in the air, is unliving Sounds float around, leave you feeling unhinged You feel a breath on your neck, unforgiving A slight hint of something, brushes your skin * As you turn, you're sure something is moving But shadows come and go, like the breeze A twig snaps and you find yourself reeling The fear gnaws at you like a disease *
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
