Poetry – self awareness

I may not be perfect.

I may be unfinished.

I may not be

exactly where

I want to be.

But,

there are moments

when I think

this is who I am.

I am genuine,

authentic and raw.

I love that

about myself.

J. Belle

Image by Darius Bashar

Poetry

Never fear…

earth & water

help the flowers grow.

J. Belle 🖤

Image by Christopher Campbell

Poetry – Morning light

It’s simple

to just stand here

watching

the sun rise

over the rooftops

Reaching for that

first golden ray

it warms my skin

I look down

onto the street below

there he is

stirring up

the last

of the morning mist

Such pleasure

to be quiet

in the first

morning light.

J. Belle

Image: unknown

Poetry

Swoosh
fresh air
fog lifted
haze blown
eyes open

Everything
suddenly vivid
senses alert
breathe deep
revived.

J. Belle

Image by Ivan Torres

Poetry – time

Photo by Jacqueline Belle

She whispered cautiously

into the ear of time…

take me with you,

she breathed.

Time sat down beside her

and gently caressed her thigh…

move as I flow, my love,

and you will never be left behind.

J. Belle

Poetry

To love unconditionally doesn’t mean you never scowl it means that even when you look through knitted brows the heart is just as big warm and loving.

Image by Kyle Peyton

Poetry & music

Each note vibrates

through my body.

Flows through

the sadness, the tears.

Sound kindles

the fire within.

It is what

keeps me whole.

J. Belle

mage by Kateryna Hliznitsova Mod by J. Belle

Poetry

There is a great
calamity of ideas
that thrust around
inside my mind.
The trick
is to settle
those thoughts
just enough
to allow them
to flow
in one direction
outward
downward
onto the page
below.

Jacqueline Belle

Photo by Ellie Ellien

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