Fragmented portions of false truths. Cluttering. Imaginary. Too loud, like a brassy trumpet yelling in my ear. Yet still too distant to make a sound. poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks © 2017 daily prompt: Imaginary Brassy Portion Distant
if i am to survive this, i must be catapulted by a detonation so powerful, it pushes me towards the sun. there, i can radiate alongside her and become infused with light. there will be reprieve from my woes and transgressions, leaving only the ability to paint an impressionable shadow on the earth.
it taunts me, this looming structure. this seemingly insurmountable precipice. casting long shadows even in the sunlit day. laughing at my many failed attempts. even if i were to defeat him, should i come tumbling down it's jagged sides to the very bottom, tired; forced to face him again? written by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017 daily prompt: Precipice
Collaboration is the only way to get through this inhospitable stage of life. This maze with it’s many twists and turns, disappointments and tiny victories. When we at last can see the final bend, where there are no more walls or borders to maneuver our tired bodies through, all qualms will dissipate. We will know, as evidence proves, that we can manage whatever obstacle awaits us in the next stage of this life.
tiny pink toes made not for the damp earth, but for heavenly clouds to run.
tiny pink lips not to be tainted by human fingertips, but brushed by angelic hosts.
tiny pink cheeks not to be flushed with embarrassment or anger or shame, but with everlasting bliss.
written by jaceycaitlynart ©2017
daily prompt: Pink
Grace and mercy fall,
covering all of my faults;
You wash me in love.
Though I often fail,
You pursue me even still
Redemption is here.
haikus by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017
daily prompt: Pursue
"It's only temporary." They say. But how long is this 'temporary' supposed to last? I've been up and down corridors, confronting demons from my past. Only to find that my past is my present, and Anxiety and Emet are still present, and this life is a present but... How can I enjoy this gift, when I'm completely spent? "It's only temporary." poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017 photo via Pinterest daily prompt: Temporary
your kiss was like poison;
leaving drops of deceit upon my lips,
and a bitter taste inside my mouth.
poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks © 2017
daily prompt: Bitter