let your old self go to sleep,
and wake up from your slumber new.

written by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017
daily prompt: Faint

giving a part of you to another is risky;
sometimes they colors blend, 
and sometimes it's all mess.

written by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017
daily prompt: Risky



recreate the fragments wrecked after the fallout.
broken hopes and shattered dreams.
listen to the voice within that seems to call out,
instead of searching for a salve to soothe the sting.


written by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017
daily prompt: Recreate Sting

thorny foes lie beneath the beauty of the red, red rose.
 drawing crimson; when all she meant was to protect herself, she leaves you stricken.

daily prompt: Thorny
written by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017
photo found on pinterest

like a magnet

the dash of gold in your eyes pull me in like a magnet,
 and i willingly become a passenger.
 your heart, my heart, tethered together.
 we sail on the seas of requiem;
for the past is now shaping our future. 

daily prompt: Tether  Sail Dash Magnet Passenger 
cringing at the thought of missing out on the sunny side of the road.
what if it is all an illusion?
what if commitment to it’s path leads to waiting disappointment?
and locals calloused, unwilling to accept new travelers?

oh, how the wheels of doubt, fear, and insecurity spin out the mind
 written by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017
daily prompt: Sunny Wheel Local Cringe Illusion Commit
puncture this paper heart.
 turn the volume down; i am not a paragon of perfection, and i never will be. 
stop them from meddling with my blossoms as they push through the ashes.
cut the strings that loop and tangle.
taper this fear; lengthen the peace.
permeate the bottled up emotions and let relief pour out of the top. 
"create in me a clean heart" 
a total restoration.
triumphant, i will be. 


poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks © 2017 photo taken by bryan gonzalez
daily post: Puncture Taper Volume Triumph Paragon Total Create Blossom Bottle Relieved Meddle Loop

Tender kisses dance across my skin, each one a revelation:
I am loved despite the chaos that bubbles beneath it.

poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks  ©2017
daily prompt:  Tender and Revelation


kicking and screaming

kicking and screaming
on the cusp of twenty-four.
when will i grow up?

haiku by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017


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