My Lovely Whimsical Mind

Self-Written Poetry, Short Stories, and Creative Nonfiction.

A Snail

A shell for a home

slowly I walk to nowhere

no worry of time.

Forgiveness

A fast beating heart

truly depth-less and empty

no recall of pain.

 

A Moment to Stretch

A deep deep breath in

filling lungs with air to live

peace and well-being.

-

The sweltering heat

oppresses with no mercy

yet I still move on.

 

I won’t be silenced.

I will not be silenced

told when to speak

by you!

Close your ears and hide if you must

for my words speak truths that

haunt you at night.

 

Everything I represent

exposes the lies that you embody

I shall never be silenced!

 

Shut me up

and my legacy

will ooze from my pores

and come to life

in another form.

 

Everything I am

fuels the jealousy inside

you can’t hide

from your own worthlessness

simply because you refuse

to see your own worth

and elevate yourself

to mountain peek.

 

Don’t blame me for your misery

as truth hurts.

Do something about it

and change your world.

If not, you will be consumed

by your own inner darkness.

Dancing Autumn Leaves

Golden beams

hit lights that bounce off

and stain windows

in summer.

Can’t help but daydream about

Autumn- with it’s shades of

gold, green and yellow frills

that adorn her dress.

She dances to the beat of the wind

but if she keeps dancing

she will lose her energy

-naked and tired.

Preparing for her slumber for another

until the new year.

Poetic Story II

Help me to swim
I don’t want to drown
in a sea of lifelessness.

Can’t help but look at myself
and see the struggles I face
day to day…

It’s like a never ending cycle
of false hope and broken dreams

I keep reminding myself
that it will get better
someday….

I was never taught how to swim
watched everyone sinking around me
I have my head above water but I’m slowing sinking

Can’t help but feel as if it’s from my own
fear of what holding on to you would mean.

Would it means a life I am not use to?
Would it mean that I would lose the last bits of my life
even though I desperately want to throw it away?

Does anyone relate to this feeling?
A tug of war of what I should do and what I feel like doing.

A bubbling over of anger at life and at myself for being so unpredictable;

Never in my life had I felt the touch of happiness
it was always full of pain

I was hoping that now, I could feel that
but I’m stuck here

gazing at my fingers, wondering why they are still here.

Why is each and every finger still here?

Count to ten and let it all explode

one by one feeling each sorrowful memory
dissipate into nothingness.

When I feel like sinking

it’s because I look backwards

not forwards.

I’m distracted

and weak.

Emotions are obsolete in the world of faith.

It’s what we know…

Like I know I have ten fingers…

Poetic Story I

Knock on the door.

It opens and I see a mirror.

I look into it and see no reflection

so I throw it to the floor.

I close the door.

I walk to the end of the corridor.

I see a window.

I pull it open with all my might

but the sky is empty

pitch black and cold.

I slam the window shut.

I turn on my heel and run for the exit

but the door was bolted shut.

I fall to my knees

and all I can do is stare at my hands.

I hadn’t notice they were wrinkled and old.

Aged.

Bruised.

The sound of time fills the air.

It echoes in the halls and bounces off walls

and slam into doors

and rattle hanging objects.

Each movement of time

Each moment of progression

and yet, I am still on my knees

counting my fingers to see if they were all still there.

They are still here.

Clouds Will Go Away

Clouds will go away

Once you stop feeding them the rain

You feed laughter with joy

And you kill anger with kindness

There is a cycle for everything on this earth

Sometimes, there is a time for people to fall apart,

So that they can grow and become who they need to be.

A tug on each end, opposite directions

You realized you have outgrown a friend.

And nothing you both do can rewind broken time.

A screeching halt and your ears start to bleed

You don’t want to hear it…

That it’s time for the end…

But leaves must fall so new ones can be ready for spring….

By: Merrishel

A Psalm-2

 

A Psalm of Meari

My heart is screaming, oh Lord

I am afraid.

My enemies plot in secret

They hide their faces as they plan my demise.

They speak slanderous against me

they murder me with their tongue,

having no guilt in their heart.

They lay in wait for my folly,

to see my spirit weary is their prize.

I will put my trust in God,

He places within me a faith

that grows and blooms like flowers in spring time.

His hand is upon me and I am protected.

Just like Jerusalem a city without walls,

God is my fiery wall of protection.

If I keep my eyes on God,

He will not remove himself from me.

He will always protect those that love and honor him.

Above all, Jesus, my Christ

allow your Holy Spirit to enable me

to be more and more like you each day.

Help me to know your ways.

Help me to grow in the spirit and

produce godly actions with a pure and humble heart.

Let every hard trial be for my edification

and for glory unto your name,

forever.

Selah

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