We run the same paths
over and over again
never really
stopping
to take in
the scenery
- jsh
My Words Are Wings
My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul, penning under JSH. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
Thank You For Letting Me See The Light Inside
What if different minds,
separate souls,
opposite worlds,
could reflect back one another
and see the same thing;
a bursting light
of effulgent, effervescent beauty?
…Wouldn’t that be something?
- jsh
separate souls,
opposite worlds,
could reflect back one another
and see the same thing;
a bursting light
of effulgent, effervescent beauty?
…Wouldn’t that be something?
- jsh
Bursting Bubbles and Popped Perspectives
Do your best,
stop and stare;
tell me what you see.
Anything?
- jsh
stop and stare;
tell me what you see.
Anything?
- jsh
Game, Set, Match
We played love
like a tennis tournament,
lobbing heartfelt sentiments
back and forth and back.
This has always been
a two player game
and now you’ve meet
your match
- jsh
like a tennis tournament,
lobbing heartfelt sentiments
back and forth and back.
This has always been
a two player game
and now you’ve meet
your match
- jsh
Stars That Wear Masks Aren’t Celestial
Be authentically you.
This world has enough
false gods to worship.
- jsh
This world has enough
false gods to worship.
- jsh
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This Frame and Focus Is To Help You See The Beauty
We run the same paths over and over again never really stopping to take in the scenery - jsh