whatever you're feeling and whatever you're thinking, is part of a story. Write it.
You have to tear down what you adopted to believe--- You know what I meanThe negative-self talkThe voice that says "what's the point?" "You're wasting your time. It's still not good enough" No. See, those are lies. That voice doesn't want you to win. & you will have to fight hard to get away from that voice. Some voices sound so convincing and it's easy to believe we don't matter and we have nothing to offer. We do. Dig deep.©jkoile
I'm beginning to think thoughts are thingsThey dance and danceIn a busy brain, Plagues and tangles---Neurons firing.Do these thoughts simply sit stillFor a moment, without wondering?& some thoughts are molded inEverything we do. Some thoughts are scary goblins.Some thoughts are devils playing dress-up.Some thoughts are pure and holy.& I crave a busy brain made still,with a kind memory©jkoile
Show up today
The world is scary, People lurking And the unfriendly staringWhispers to my open earsThat we all want to escapeIn our desperate attemptsOr despairTo just fill a void.The world is beautifulPeople smilingAnd the genuine laughingHugs my open mind andwe all want to belongIn a happy place, With loving heartsYou and me
He was pierced for my transgressions, He was bruised from my iniquities. The punishment for my peace was put on Him. By His wounds, I am healed.
This doesn't last
The painThe anxietyThe mixed emotions with what's rightwhat's wrong---Everything!Everything feels wrongExactly, but it doesn't lastGod's got youGive it a chanceCall to him and he'll help you get through it Maybe something will happen, & maybe you'll have to wait with it
A cracked door flirting with me to open! The excitement for what could be, the dreams, the ideas, the experiences,the endless amounts of poems to write...Everyday is a new opportunity to be different, to change,to grow, to get better, to laugh more, to learn, to clean up the clutter brewin' in my head,all of that, yeah. 2020, I'm excited to meet you & dance with you, even if I screw up the steps.
Ebony, dark chocolate smooth beyond touchwith a smile thatlights upthe room like a lampturned on in the afternoon. Bright white,teeth she wore& height& long legs that carried her Sudanese frame.Midnight skin with a cool-blue tintnot as a defect or burden, but honestly, she ismore than pretty ---With plump, notpuffy cheeks that bunch up like peacheswhen she sees how stunning she isin the skin she's in.J.koile
My soul has a home. It's not here, noIt's far away from the malarkey of this world, the snot of the stormsAnd when I'm in this home, no tears will be left to showJ.koile
Will they see it? I hope not. It's so easy to close yourself off so they aren't presented with the filth you store in your heart and the scum inside your head.
There's a war in my brain. One side whispers to me at night, in the middle of the daythat I'm a silly girl wandering with no sense of direction. It whispers confidently that every bit of my being believes it. The other side sings to me that spring is peeking through again and everything I want, will come to me if I seek it.