By Cecily Michelle

How do I describe her?
How does a person describe the sun, without being blinded?


NaPoWriMo: You Too

You Too
By Cecily Michelle

When love comes tumbling down,
and you are left alone on the promenade,
with nothing but your pride,
You don’t need crumbs from that table.
They are the fool.
The only love that will rescue you,
is when you love you like mad.
Some days are better than others and
you might not have yet found what you are looking for,
but embrace these luminous times.
Walk to the water and fly your kite.
Get lost in the moment,
starring at the sun.
And walk on.
Spend your time trying to throw your arms around the world,
until the end of the world.
Rise up!
Dance barefoot night and day.
Go be a stranger in a strange land.
Don’t wait for soon,
in a little while never comes,
it is never tomorrow.
Today is the most beautiful day
because it could be your last night on earth.
For the first time,
let go of your troubles.
get on your boots,
and fly.

NaPoWriMo Day 3

Peace By Piece
By Cecily Israel

It never stops
The growing
The aching
The pain

One moment at a time
Life chips away
This day good
This day bad

I have found peace
Because I value each piece
And bad

I will make mistakes
As will the ones I love
But love them
I always will

Life changes
People evlove
Time progresses
Always forward

Distance enters relationships
Sometimes for the better
Sometimes for the worse
But it always happens

Each part of my life
Each part of my heart
Make up the pieces of me
And I am at peace with that

The Empty Vessel

The Empty Vessel
By Cecily Michelle

The pitcher sits alone on the table top
Always empty
Constantly trying to fill itself by filling others
“Let me tell you about me, what I know, what I have seen.”
Surely, it will be filled by sharing its own experiences
Alas, no, the pitcher still sits alone and empty
“Why can’t I be filled?  All the cups around me are overflowing.”
All the cups have inched away
Tired of always being filled by what the pitcher wants to give them
On the corner of the table, one little cup falls over
Unable to stay upright with all the pitcher’s givings
Cracked, the cup began to leak
“Pitcher! Quick, take what is pouring out of me!”
The cup poured part of itself into the pitcher
And the pitcher, for the first time, started to fill


By Cecily Michelle

Passionate fancy
All a-flight
Crashing in
Like the night

Neither wrong
But neither right
Gusts of passion
A fine delight

One sees black
The other white
Therein lies
The tend to fight

At first sight
No nectar
For their appetite

One a tiger
Growls with delight
One a kitten
Bound up tight

For you and I
Are not right
Friendship maybe
Come what might

Thank you though
For your might
You have helped me
See the light