I really enjoy singing.
Playing Guitar.
Writing. Mmmmm. Only if it's a matter of the heart.
Vintage Art. I like how it pops.
Stillness.
The Beach.
My Son's "Roley" thighs.
Invisible Ideals.
Yellow.
Smiles.
Chaos.
Intricacies.
Secrets.
Being a Woman.
Sunrise, and about two hours before sunset when everything's Golden.
Captain Crunch.
Hiking.
The smell of dirt.
Naps in the grass.
Laughing until my cheeks hurt.
BOOKS.
Mark Twain.
Breathing.
Family.
True Love.
Necks & Feet.
Freckles.
Friends.
Kisses.
Jesus Christ.
Forgivness.
About Me
- Crisha
- I started to write poetry when I was 9 years old after the death of a friend. Ever since it has been the only outlet I have embraced. I write about situations of friends, but mostly about self conflicts. My poetry are my psalms, if you will. I have always had a dream writing poetry for publishers, I suppose I have never persued it because of the fear for the lack of talent. Probably a poor excuse. I always hope that when someone reads mypoetry it strikes them, right in the heart. In that place they themselves have not even noticed they have. Often when I write I find emotions I have submerged for so long I pour it out in mass. I want the reader to feel that and find themselves swimming in my heart.
Fancy Fence
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