Are you ashamed of me
or who you pretend to be?
- 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.
Environmentally Adaptive
You always claimed
I’ve tried to grow
in soils too drained
and dry
or that I’ve always
shied away
from too much heat
and light
but maybe
you’ve just never realized
these shadowed days
and rougher terrains
are uniquely, beautifully mine
- jsh
I’ve tried to grow
in soils too drained
and dry
or that I’ve always
shied away
from too much heat
and light
but maybe
you’ve just never realized
these shadowed days
and rougher terrains
are uniquely, beautifully mine
- 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
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
All These Things I Never Say (aka Overthinking)
I guess I’m trying
not to bother you
about us
too much
- jsh
not to bother you
about us
too much
- jsh
Math That Makes Sense
Let’s keep
recalculating
this distance
until the numbers
equate
to you = me.
- jsh
recalculating
this distance
until the numbers
equate
to you = me.
- jsh
Every Time You Look At Me
I just need someone
to grab for me,
hold me close,
strip me down,
reveal all my insecurities,
and still manage
to find the beauty in me
- jsh
to grab for me,
hold me close,
strip me down,
reveal all my insecurities,
and still manage
to find the beauty in me
- jsh
Distracted Productivity
I miss her.
I miss her.
I miss you.
Haven’t you realized
that thought
eclipses
all others?
- jsh
I miss her.
I miss you.
Haven’t you realized
that thought
eclipses
all others?
- jsh
All Signs Lead To You
We seem to always cross the line
leaving beautiful, blooming bruises
atop old skid marks and scars,
healing and concealing war wounds
of old loves and lost ones
with tattooed touches instead;
evidence of hours spent
healing one another
again and again
- jsh
leaving beautiful, blooming bruises
atop old skid marks and scars,
healing and concealing war wounds
of old loves and lost ones
with tattooed touches instead;
evidence of hours spent
healing one another
again and again
- jsh
Ever After Impossible
This is a love story, yes,
but you should probably know,
there’s not a happy ending
in sight for these poor souls
- jsh
but you should probably know,
there’s not a happy ending
in sight for these poor souls
- jsh
Self-Defined
I am a goddess
and a witch;
a devil
and a bitch
but I am none
of the names you call me
- jsh
and a witch;
a devil
and a bitch
but I am none
of the names you call me
- jsh
Tipping The Scales Is A Setup For Heartbreak
I don’t want to be
more in love with you
than you are
with me;
I think that’s the fastest way
to breaking
my own heart
- jsh
more in love with you
than you are
with me;
I think that’s the fastest way
to breaking
my own heart
- jsh
There’s No Place Like Home
You know, I’ve never felt at home. Not really.
That sense of happy, and safe, and warm.
That feeling of wanted, comforted, close.
I would tap my heels three times, saying, sighing,
‘I want to go home’
to the shadows, stars, and moonlight,
but no one ever heard me.
Not really.
Not until you, and that kiss, and those lips.
I guess that’s what kissing you feels like.
Finding home for the first time.
- jsh
That sense of happy, and safe, and warm.
That feeling of wanted, comforted, close.
I would tap my heels three times, saying, sighing,
‘I want to go home’
to the shadows, stars, and moonlight,
but no one ever heard me.
Not really.
Not until you, and that kiss, and those lips.
I guess that’s what kissing you feels like.
Finding home for the first time.
- jsh
It Can’t Take Much More
Please don’t make
any promises between us;
each one that’s broken
breaks my heart
- jsh
any promises between us;
each one that’s broken
breaks my heart
- 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