I just want
someone
who only wants
me
- jsh
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.
Let Freedom Ring
You snatch
children from their
mother’s arms and
wrench families apart
banning beliefs
along with head scarfs
screaming ‘land of the free’
where freedom
no longer reigns.
Don’t let history repeat
itself; don’t let it stay
the same
- jsh
children from their
mother’s arms and
wrench families apart
banning beliefs
along with head scarfs
screaming ‘land of the free’
where freedom
no longer reigns.
Don’t let history repeat
itself; don’t let it stay
the same
- jsh
Would It All Still Be Lost, Or Found?
I dream about
the what-ifs
the maybes
the some days
even though I know
all of them
are too late.
Maybe I can’t rewind
lost time
but what if, maybe
I made it back to you
some day?
- jsh
the what-ifs
the maybes
the some days
even though I know
all of them
are too late.
Maybe I can’t rewind
lost time
but what if, maybe
I made it back to you
some day?
- jsh
Love is Love, Loss, and Longing
I fall
a little in love
every day
with people,
passions, places
all in different ways,
but sometimes,
all that means
is a thousand
different
heartbreaks
- jsh
a little in love
every day
with people,
passions, places
all in different ways,
but sometimes,
all that means
is a thousand
different
heartbreaks
- jsh
Forgetting Happy Thoughts
I’m a little lost girl
tucked into the shadows
forgetting how to fly
without pixie dust on my side
- jsh
tucked into the shadows
forgetting how to fly
without pixie dust on my side
- jsh
Love Is An Inferno
We made a masterpiece
from burning brighter
than anything
that dared
to set us on fire
- jsh
from burning brighter
than anything
that dared
to set us on fire
- jsh
Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing
You call me a monster
for my bloodstained claws
and fierce fangs
forgetting to search
for the source
or the wounds I wear
in vain
- jsh
for my bloodstained claws
and fierce fangs
forgetting to search
for the source
or the wounds I wear
in vain
- jsh
P.S. I’ll See You Soon
We still send love
stuffed into envelopes
postmarked with kisses
signed with ‘I miss you’
hoping one day, maybe
we can send ourselves instead
- jsh
stuffed into envelopes
postmarked with kisses
signed with ‘I miss you’
hoping one day, maybe
we can send ourselves instead
- jsh
System Reboot
I’ve been alone
for so long
that the brief flood
of your warmth
shocked my system;
a sensation
I now search for
- jsh
for so long
that the brief flood
of your warmth
shocked my system;
a sensation
I now search for
- jsh
And Some Days The Abyss Ends
Some days
it all fades to black
leaving me blank
in an abyss
that couldn’t
understand
- jsh
it all fades to black
leaving me blank
in an abyss
that couldn’t
understand
- jsh
Establishing The Rules of New Love
Is there anything more
that I can do?
Or anything less,
if something bothers you?
- jsh
that I can do?
Or anything less,
if something bothers you?
- jsh
This Lovely Limbo
The best time
to write poetry
is when you’re in love
as well as in heartache
- jsh
to write poetry
is when you’re in love
as well as in heartache
- 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