Seal my heart
inside, stamped
and ready to send
traveling miles and miles
across states and shores,
bubble wrapped
so it won’t break or bend.
And when it reaches you,
still beating strong
(stronger still with yours so near)
will you put our halves together
or leave me on a shelf
to stare at, admire, and keep
for yourself?
- 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.
The Give and Take
With love
comes heartbreak.
Don’t let that
make it feel
like love was a mistake
- jsh
comes heartbreak.
Don’t let that
make it feel
like love was a mistake
- jsh
When It Hurts, Have Hope
When you're all alone
and the shadows seem to scream,
eager to eat at your doubts
and the blood from your heart
that gleams,
show them Pandora’s box
and watch them retreat
- jsh
and the shadows seem to scream,
eager to eat at your doubts
and the blood from your heart
that gleams,
show them Pandora’s box
and watch them retreat
- jsh
Let’s Defy This Distance
We tease
and taunt
with soft kisses,
tender touches,
and whispers of
‘I miss,’ 'I love you,’
when seeing one another
isn’t soon
- jsh
and taunt
with soft kisses,
tender touches,
and whispers of
‘I miss,’ 'I love you,’
when seeing one another
isn’t soon
- jsh
Prometheus Warned That Love Has Eternal Consequences
Watching you leave
again
feels like my ribcage
has been pried open,
heart on display
for the vultures to feed on
day after day
- jsh
again
feels like my ribcage
has been pried open,
heart on display
for the vultures to feed on
day after day
- jsh
It’s Taking The Life From Me
I can feel it;
my heart breaking.
The shards
are slicing
my lungs;
I can neither love
nor breathe.
- jsh
my heart breaking.
The shards
are slicing
my lungs;
I can neither love
nor breathe.
- jsh
A One Day Legendary Love
The pieces crunch
under my feet
as I try silently
to retreat.
I always try
to run away
from old and new pains
(they’re both the same),
but maybe, one day
I can take these shards,
shattered, into my palms
and scatter them
to the stars.
Rearranged as constellations,
they’re a reminder
that a splintered heart
still holds the potential
for a telling story;
one that’s legendary.
- jsh
under my feet
as I try silently
to retreat.
I always try
to run away
from old and new pains
(they’re both the same),
but maybe, one day
I can take these shards,
shattered, into my palms
and scatter them
to the stars.
Rearranged as constellations,
they’re a reminder
that a splintered heart
still holds the potential
for a telling story;
one that’s legendary.
- 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