if I ruled the world.

This was suggested by my twitter girly @andygirl. The poem she previously wrote for my poetry project can be found here. You can follow her on twitter here. If you are on facebook, you should 'like' her page. because it's good. If you haven't figured out yet that she is the bomb, I will just tell you. She is the bomb.

if i ruled the world

being free spirited would come naturally

judgement would be non existent

and everyone would love each other

if i ruled the world

heartbreak wouldn't exist

love wouldn't be painful

and no one would lie

if i ruled the world

creativity would reign

joy would be constant

and peace would be felt daily

if i ruled the world

sadness would be unavailable

depression impossible

and loneliness void

if i ruled the world

positivity would influence all

happiness conquers

and dreams are acheived

What a good place this would be,

if i ruled the world.

love is over. move is over, life begins

Suggested by @meredithblumoff. She has had a rough few weeks. Send her some love here.

The sun shines in

on a room

full of boxes and dust

you're tired

but there is work to do

Your heart is broken

and your house is in shambles

and you want a break

from all of this

but there isn't enough time

Moving day arrives faster

with each tick of the tock

and your heart should be healing

but it feels like it's not

Before you know it,

your possessions are in boxes

in the back of the truck

Driving across the country

leaves you too much time to think

of memories, and past love,

This drive is an emotional one

Leaving the old is scary

but starting over is liberating

Before you know it you've arrived

It takes a few days

to get it all in order,

and when you catch a second to think

you realize

Love is over

Move is over

Life begins

he'd be a free man today

Suggested by @runaway_tweets! You can follow her here!

Thunder rolls outside

perhaps my pounding headache?

side affect of emotional build up I'm sure

Rain cascades down

or are those my tears?

Sadness leads to the confusion

I'm feeling

so much to be said

and no one to say it to

Lost

Alone

Guilty

ashamed of decisions

in my past

I suppose Hell has an open seat

for me

and if I'm lucky

a bucket of popcorn

he'd be a free man today

the best man I've known

would have been free today

If it weren't for my selfishness

and my fear

What a nightmare this has been

He wasn't innocent either

he was the best man I've known

admitting his sins

and taking the blame for mine.

People have suffered

and now

regret surrounds all I do

he'd be a free man today

but instead I'm alone

Somehow

Somehow

between new baby smell and soft hair

colic and naptime

snuggles and the perfectness that is baby love

endless laundry and sleepless nights

bubble baths and dirty diapers

emotional tornadoes and the fight to not give up

your precious new baby

transformed

into a toddler

and you don't know how

or when

this happened

so you crawl into bed with your lil monster

while she's sleeping

and your lips brush her perfect little cheek

and the spark that is felt

is unexplainable

unexplainable perfect love

that only a mother could understand

and you realize that no matter

how old she gets

she will always be your precious baby

Thank you!

I started this blog to have a place for my writing. As long as I can remember, I've loved writing poetry, and a blog just for it seemed perfect! I started my poetry project to get some inspiration. I was having somewhat of a writers block, and had an idea to ask my twitter friends to send me a line for me to write a poem with. I honestly didn't think that anyone would be interested, and was very excited when a few were! I then had the idea to ask those interested to write for me! I'd send them a line, and they'd have a guest spot on my blog! This whole thing has been very exciting, and inspiring, and I wanna send a HUGE thank you to those that have written, suggested lines, and followed along. I love you all!! And appreciate your support in my creative journey more than you know! I would be so content if my beloved poetry project lasted forever!! Much Love!!

xoxo

Lizzy

look to the clouds for inspiration

Guest writer!!! @andygirl. You can follow her here.

feeling dead

not dead exactly

void

void of feeling

of life

of spark

of emotion

any emotion will do

the lack consumes me

eats away at the empty space

gnawing

feeling naught but a strange hunger

I lie here

fully awake

waiting for life to find me

searching tentatively

with an inch of my soul

not moving my heart

it waits to beat

encased safely in its box

Then

then

I feel a slight breeze

wafting brazen comfort across my face

brazen with hope

I had forgotten

and like that she is gone

hope

fickle as she is

yet my core is teased

for the first time I open my eyes

and see

the world has changed above me

shifted

rearranged by the wind

beautiful though slight

moved

something bubbles up

gushing from somewhere I’d left behind

powerful

what but emotion

emotions, all

suddenly pregnant with feeling

sobbing with all I have

tears flood my face

and then the ground beneath me

each drop contains a portion

of my essence

anger, joy, passion, sorrow

passion

passion clings to my skin

seizes my being

pulls my heart out of its cage

pumping it with life

I look up yet again

wiping the wet from my cheeks

and I feel

fuck bees

This poetic gem was suggested by @gordondew. You can follow him here.

You spend your life looking for the perfect flower

it has to have the right shape, and the right colors

smell good, but not too strong.

It should accentuate your features

and not steal the attention from you

You spend a lot of energy and time

looking for the perfect flower

Once you find it

it is yours

You do not want some random bee flying around your flower

Some may think this bee is harmless,

a beautiful part of nature

but you know the truth

You're not naive

You've been stung before

You remember the pain

Fuck bees