Writing is as natural to me as breathing. It’s how I make sense of my thoughts and reality. I place my thoughts on lines in my journal, it’s where they’re safe. I write with messy handwriting, though I’d say it’s become more legible over the years. I am a writer, I am a poet butContinue reading “Self-Doubt”
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Creative Spark
The books I read Inspire me To see reality A little differently Remind me why I love to write To make everything Seem more bright To look into the sky And feel myself settling Into the ground With the soles Of my feet With a pen In my hand Connecting to my soul Creating somethingContinue reading “Creative Spark”
Happy
Adjective. The feeling when you can’t stop smiling. Where everything becomes lighter and you run around the house shaking and yelling because of unexpected good news. The feeling of magic, keeping a secret to process yourself only leaves you giddier. Feeling like you can explode from joy at any moment. Being reassured that the pathContinue reading “Happy”
Unexpected Stop
I was driving down a side road, surrounded by pine trees. For some reason, this road reminded me of girl scout camp when I was younger. It must have been all of the pine trees and the way the sun hit my eyes behind my sunglasses. I was a mile down the road, surrounded byContinue reading “Unexpected Stop”
Sunset
Some nights, I look up towards The sky as the sun is setting And I’ll see a masterpiece In front of me. Gigantic clouds reflecting the sun, smaller ones not in the way of light. A reminder of how small we are Compared to the sky above. It’s one of those nights Where a beautifulContinue reading “Sunset”
Worst Critic
I’ve been posting for so long I can no longer tell if I’m good at what I’m doing. Hello? Anyone out there? I write these poems to share. To share how my life is going, What I’m thinking and feeling. When I read some these poems back, I’m unfamiliar with who wrote them. I noContinue reading “Worst Critic”
Before I Had the Language
Before I had the language to understand and articulate, I just had the feeling. I was twelve, sitting in my sixth-grade classroom, looking down at what I had written. These words seem to have come out of nowhere, like magic. I looked around the room and realized no one could tell how I was feeling.Continue reading “Before I Had the Language”
Power
Poetry that flows like water so natural as though it was always meant to be.I wrote this when listeningto a poet release a poem into the universe.They were speaking with ease and graceyet the power of their words spoke high volumes to those of us who listened.Their poem held truths about lifethat allowed the soul toContinue reading “Power”
Kelly Severseike 