Thank you for reminding me. Coffee Grounds White noise sounds Glow of a fire Eternal desire You remind me of comfort You remind me of the wild Crash of the ocean Constant commotion White moonlight On a starry night You remind me of strength You remind me of dreams … Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying my content please visit https://medium.com/@hannahladuke to check out more!
There is beauty in death Much to be found Such as a carved pumpkin Grinning and round There is beauty in death Everywhere in the trees As oranges, reds, and yellows Fall with the leaves There is beauty in death Look where you want Ghosts, witches, and skeletons Ready to haunt There is beauty in death And during October We rejoice in the season Many times over
Photo by Donald Tong There are times when I cold-turkey quit social media. There are times when I am trapped in the endless blackhole of social media. There are times when I allow myself to embrace sadness like an old friend, because of social media. There are times when I feel on cloud nine, because of social media. And there are times when I miss out on real life, because of social media. Why in the hell do we care so much? I wrote the short poem below to express how many of us feel the need to acquire acceptance from strangers. We are not to blame, the platforms are intentionally designed with
Standing outside As the cold cuts through It’s the month of October And I’m missing you *** Hands open wide My heart hurts so As I try to catch leaves That fall down below *** Tears have dried There’s a whisper in the breeze Aching for a wish So I stay out and freeze
We sleep better When we’re together And when we’re alone I can’t find my way home *** Spinning in circles Shouting at the North Star Every direction I turn Seems to be the wrong one *** Until I find your eyes Amongst the people and the lies Now safe in this place You’re my saving grace Photo
I wonder how fast you would leave this town if all the street lights never turned red and you found keys to all the doors you couldn’t open would you pack your things and go or would you even have things to pack you don’t belong here you don’t belong anywhere ‘go home’ they said so you went to the graveyard instead