Poetry
Source: https://www.claudiatremblay.com/ Golden petals surround your perfect faces I see you grow tall in rocky soil and turn your faces towards the sun. Where would I be without all of you? My sun, my light beaming in my darkest thoughts. You shed petals for me when I cry water-drops to help us grow when the… Continue reading Sunflower Sisters
My heart, a tiny beat My wings, a tiny motor to drive my body into emerald trees branches hanging from the sides of arms outreaching my high-cheek bones to remind myself that I am beautiful. Poppy bloom at my feet flutter underneath the mutter of chirps and sweet tweets, irritability boils in the flash heat… Continue reading Hummingbird Speed
Over and abound the clouds cotton candy pink puffs of merry-go-rounds ring-around-the-Rosie before your heart becomes cozy to sun-set. The sun shines when the world becomes a black gulp of fresh-brewed coffee black staining your smile into a frown. In this moment you have a choice to set your heart down to the stars, the… Continue reading The Sun Shines
All the world I saw, is all the world I see from the purple mountains to the tiny shimmer of the sea in deep blue aquamarine. Marine life swims beneath me, schools of dolphins dipping their fins to the tip of sea for the sea is the world, the only world they will see from… Continue reading All The World, In Aquamarine
Silver stars outline the darkest night bright with Christmas lights hanging on red-brick houses. Silver bells ring-a-ding to mistletoes above hanging on a wire a kiss on the nose to save from the frostbite cold. Blizzard breeze shaking my Christmas tree branches gold and silver the lights beam for cookie-dough breath from Santa's lips. If… Continue reading Silver Stars
Rain sprinkle on my eyelids Flutter like a butterfly close lashes to the tip of rain ducts clench fists into a cocoon if only my fingers can form wings and my thumbs embody a butterfly to the shadow of the overcast moon. Night is where my hands are puppets to the strings of emotions crawling… Continue reading Butterfly Shadow
I had a breakdown last week and I thought I was a lot stronger than I was before. It only took one trigger for my body to go in panic and tears to rain down my face like a flood. I thought I was over the "freaking out" over the stupid things or ghosts from… Continue reading Wrapped in Negative
I tell my friends that I have a sugar skull. A sugar skull I keep elevated on my shoulders like a sprained foot or a glass vase forbidden to touch the cracked ground of an earthquake. My sugar skull is one sweet-talker melting Halloween candy together for children in ghost costumes. The ghosts eat it… Continue reading Sugar Skull
If I let go of this plumeria worn from behind my ear drums and set it free along the sea side, will I hear the roar of waves crashing against stones? Will I hear your name from a conch shell booming with force of high tide bringing in salty water and blowing wind underneath a… Continue reading Sea Side
I hate having an anxiety shell when I first meet new people. Especially if I'm feeling especially anxious for no reason, it makes me more awkward and wordless. In those times of discomfort, I try to latch on to another person I barley met and to retain the conversation. Anything that comes to mind or… Continue reading Anxiety Shell
