Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Trusting The Senses
A stale smell floats through the air cherry red - lights up the dark Nobody said that life was fair and here's the hardest part You feel every last betrayal, in all parts of your being everything you hear or smell, taste everything you're feeling You never need to use your eyes to see what's happening discards you for a new fix- like that cigarette he's dragging The ashy smell burns in your mind, as the vapors leave a trace what he's left behind has left a trail running down there, on your face The cigarettes he burned through, wore a danger on its label he needs one that reads, "beware" - he'll break you too, if he is able Your heart gapes like a cut, with no blood to leave it's mark he hurt you deep inside, with a bite worse than his bark Once you shake off that mistake, and get your armor put back on he'll be the one regretting when he sees that you are really gone Learn to listen to your body, it has your best at heart the senses will protect you - cause you're a priceless work of art So, when that devil comes a calling, let your senses be your guide they will warn you of the risks and keep your threats identified
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
In A While
Dear Instant, How were we to measure your value. How can your worth be surmised? Is it in a kiss or final farewell? Maybe you are best measured by the emotions you infuse. Marking us, casting imprints on our memories, creating an insatiable desire for more.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I Love Ya Tomorrow
Dear tomorrow, If you never come, I understand. If I wake to find all of my tomorrows used up, lying next to me, scrawled into a planner, with all of my best intentions. Thank you. Thank you for delivering me from yesterday. Thank you for the clean slate provided each day, with the rising of the sun. I will rest in the knowing that you were never promised to me, you were and are, a gift. The tomorrow that held my plans, keeping me hopeful, when the days got long and stole my sparkle. You always offered something new, crisp and fresh like the sun on dew dipped daisies. I took it for granted, that you would continually be waiting for my next step into your welcoming arms. The ones that promised and delivered second chances and do-overs. Never failing to pick me up and get my feet back on solid ground. But, if you do decide to come again, I promise to do better. I promise to be better to myself and the ones around me. I will wake from my dreams ready to make them reality. I will create a better tomorrow, today. I will stop putting off, what needs to be done today. I will make priority the things that will not, can not, should not wait. If you come, I will be waiting. I will be ready. I will be...
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
