We run the same paths
over and over again
never really
stopping
to take in
the scenery
- 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.
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
Spilling Thoughts, Spilling Soul
Am I more honest here
than I’ve ever been
or are you just finally
listening?
- jsh
than I’ve ever been
or are you just finally
listening?
- jsh
Masters of Martyr
Stop claiming
our pain is the same
when you’re the one
wielding weapons
(but not the only
one to blame).
We both ache,
just in entirely different ways
the real issue is
we both still stay
- jsh
our pain is the same
when you’re the one
wielding weapons
(but not the only
one to blame).
We both ache,
just in entirely different ways
the real issue is
we both still stay
- jsh
Fighting to Fly Further
This isn’t fight
or flight;
it’s the fight to fly
further,
to make this story
into something
no longer so fearful.
This new experience
can be a buoyant bliss
or the type of newfound love
that leaves us nosediving
into the abyss
but it just depends;
it depends on whether
or not
you fight to fly
in the first place
- jsh
or flight;
it’s the fight to fly
further,
to make this story
into something
no longer so fearful.
This new experience
can be a buoyant bliss
or the type of newfound love
that leaves us nosediving
into the abyss
but it just depends;
it depends on whether
or not
you fight to fly
in the first place
- jsh
Fancy and Forced
These pretty words
don’t mean a thing
when they’re always said
with empty meaning
- jsh
don’t mean a thing
when they’re always said
with empty meaning
- jsh
Maybe That Makes It Worth the Fall
I guess
in the end
I always knew I would fall
just a little too hard,
a lot too fast.
I just never knew
who I would be falling for,
how much the happiness
would hurt,
or that I would even
get this chance for love
at all
- jsh
in the end
I always knew I would fall
just a little too hard,
a lot too fast.
I just never knew
who I would be falling for,
how much the happiness
would hurt,
or that I would even
get this chance for love
at all
- jsh
But Some Binds Are Bound Too Tight
No one expected me
to stay this long;
they knew
what I know
now:
that love is fight,
or flight,
or to realize
where your heart is bound
- jsh
to stay this long;
they knew
what I know
now:
that love is fight,
or flight,
or to realize
where your heart is bound
- jsh
A Future Frame and Focus
We’re framing a perception
so others can see
the bounty
and beauty
of this world
in focus
instead of what
we pretend it to be
- jsh
so others can see
the bounty
and beauty
of this world
in focus
instead of what
we pretend it to be
- jsh
Art Breaches Beyond Our Diverse Divide
Even if the moment
or the situation
isn’t exactly the same,
the emotional experience
between two people
can be,
and knowing
that experience was shared
is comforting.
- jsh
or the situation
isn’t exactly the same,
the emotional experience
between two people
can be,
and knowing
that experience was shared
is comforting.
- jsh
Sending Out Stronger Signals
I’ll send you
love
through postcards
from all the places I’ve gone
without you
now that this single heart
has been torn
in two;
an independence
from this penance
pretending
the way you loved me
is the way I love you
- jsh
love
through postcards
from all the places I’ve gone
without you
now that this single heart
has been torn
in two;
an independence
from this penance
pretending
the way you loved me
is the way I love you
- jsh
She Hides Behind a Worn-Out White
She never wanted to seem
soft
and sweet
yet still hid
the bitter blood
in her veins
to shine
instead
beneath sun-kissed
rains
- jsh
soft
and sweet
yet still hid
the bitter blood
in her veins
to shine
instead
beneath sun-kissed
rains
- jsh
These Cogs of Compassion
We’ve always been
different gauge gears
of the same machine
not struggling to survive,
strive, or thrive,
but aiding and abetting
one another
to become so much more
than we seem
- jsh
different gauge gears
of the same machine
not struggling to survive,
strive, or thrive,
but aiding and abetting
one another
to become so much more
than we seem
- 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