If you’re not eating super fudge brownie ice cream at 7:30 in the morning on a Sunday..are you even living life? Seriously though I feel so free after being able to complete something so difficult. Isn’t that what life’s really about? Doing what you love. I could be sleeping sound..but here I am.. looking for a poem in everything.
Jessica Gershon
jgershon1213
Love everything! Fear nothing. Four words to live by. I am living the art of knowing rather than believing. I have a college degree, but my passions have came from nature. My degree is in psychology, which suits me well because i enjoy researching and experimenting. I also know that our minds are our strongest muscles in our bodies. We are just a soul living in skin. I used to think, "I may not be where i want to be, but i'm going somewhere". Now, i think, "I am exactly where i should be, and everything is exactly how it should be". The only thing that has ever held me back from anything is a thought. Usually those thoughts came from fear. I made up my mind to leave no room for fear in my life. So now, all of my dreams are coming true. Its a pleasure to be here, and to write.
I see a poem in every single day
Everything I see is poetry
Written in the stars
Are you and me
Here in the morning
On my front porch
The sunrise is kissing
A new front door
Oh the possibilities of you and I
Brings me to the beauty
Of this happy tree
Covered in flowers of the prettiest pink
Silk is the design
It smells like the sweetest perfume
Of wildflowers and honeysuckle
It’s fragrance is uplifting and healing
Hummingbirds greet the day of change
Blessings are all in the way the cardinal says good morning
Knowing you are not alone
Feeling the spirits that want to be felt again
Guardians of the garden are all around you
Angels of guidance
5:55AM
It’s five in the morning
Somehow the sun snuck in
I swear it was dark five minutes ago
It’s five in the morning
The shadows from the night in my mind are
Somehow disappearing into the dark side
How can it be.. five minutes until six?
Time is going oh so quick
Thinking about it almost makes me sick
How precious these tiny hours can be
They accumulate into destiny
It’s 5:55 and I can see
Angels surrounding me heavenly
beyond the blue
way over yonder
past my eyes being closed
oceans of paisley reminders
silky and so soft
wide open spaces
full of the lies
the truth
just
hurts
sometimes
Coo coo
I am a cuckoo clock.
I watch myself go in and out
Of control
2:46 am in a Tennessee state of mind
Cigarettes and coffee have been morning rituals for far too long
There comes a time when change is cruel but so far out there
It’s hard to reach out of the ways that I’ve grown
I’m crying from the bottom
Screaming
Please let me out
The mirror of blame hurts
I break these pains
I break these chains
My heart is crying
It’s time for a change
I am heard
Hear me roar
I am a bird
Free like before!!!!
The power of I AM
Where do these thoughts grow?
Where have these questions been?
Never ask yourself who you are!
Be the confidence your daughter needs.
The power of I AM
Here
Shadows of my past and future play tug of war with me now
I see the light and don’t understand how
Lover of Rain
Peace of mind is the scent of petrichor
luring you in wanting more
it is the aroma of heavenly nature
in this moment, there is no love greater
after the rain we enjoy fruits of labor
this is the song of the true love maker
a delicate pluviophiles prayer
Two angels crying
from the heavens above
pouring like waterfalls
into oceans of love
surrounding the vessel
it gleams and it shines
full of something special
it’s one of a kind
pure white and soaring
the bird flies solo
the sky is pouring
lily pads below