My mind soul and spirit

I want a place to be able to share my work and see my progress. I am just a beginner. And I hope when you read my writing and my thoughts you find pieces you hate and pieces you love. And I hope that I can be that reminder that no one is perfect and it takes practice. We all are just trying our best out here in this universe. If anyone actually reads this.Thank you. You are loved. If anything I hope the little mushroom murderer makes you smile.

[wanderingworlds]

It’s hard for me to think that you might be taking up space in someone else’s mind now.

-WanderingWorlds

[mindsoulandspiritsworld]

The pink house is gone 

just like you are 

but just beacuase the pink walls and carpet are replaced with beige and wood floors 

doesnt mean the memories are gone

time moves on, walls get painted, i go on missing you 

i go on searching for pennies 

and maybe this is her way of healing 

to have you still in the tiles, but no longer in the walls 

but no matter what we do, we will never forget you

you’re in the shower curtain 

you’re in the gutters and the fixed roofs

you’re in the drawer where your harmonica would lie

you’re on the porch with the birds 

you’re on the flowery couch thats no longer here

you’re in the leak over the sink 

and the gate on the porch

its all changed but its still you

Because you see, no matter how much we change this house,

it will always be you. 

And no matter how much we change,

you’ll always be with us. 

-ms&s

(mind soul and spirt)

[thoughtkick]

If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.

Lemony Snicket (via thoughtkick)

[mindsoulandspiritsworld]

I like my lips now that they’ve been on yours.

[mindsoulandspiritsworld]

you

I only want to write about you.

you’re starting to fill up my mind.

I see you in the moss and the moon.

I hear you in all my songs.

I smells you in passing and wish for the wind to never blow.

I feel you in my chest when i think of our days in the rain.

and sometimes, I even get a faint taste of you.

Shit man. I think I’m falling for you. 

-ms&s

[mindsoulandspiritsworld]

This is one of my first poems that I was actually very proud of. Call it a poem, call it whatever you want, i don’t really care man:

I have so many thoughts that I want to write. 

and so I will write them 

and call it art 

and it wont end up in newspapers or museums 

but if I am brave enough ill show the people I love 

and they will say they like it and I wont care if they mean it or not

because it is my thoughts and my soul 

and my art 

and with time and practice

maybe one day, it will become others art too.