black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.

Renee Stone

They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
RENEE STONE

Day Erase Hit Memories Old Summer Thinking Wave
It felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
RENEE STONE

Determination Feeling People Strength Vulnerable Yourself
I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
RENEE STONE

Beyond Creation Deep Hide Myself Poet Writing
And I saw forever in your eyes ’til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.
RENEE STONE

Bright Eyes Forever Hold Light Myself Start Warm
I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
RENEE STONE

Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
RENEE STONE

Chance Hope Myself Page Writing
When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
RENEE STONE

Beginning Bloom Fade Myself Silence Sound
It’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
RENEE STONE

Growth Hard Myself Need People Realize Thinking
I search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
RENEE STONE

Comedy Day End Happiness Laughter Myself Scripture Search Watch
I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
RENEE STONE

Myself Past Reason Reveal Writing
Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.
RENEE STONE

Fly Guard Heart Broken Myself Time Wondering
I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
RENEE STONE

Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
If I could reverse time, I would spend more time looking into what ailed my loved ones – would have learned more about medical gaslighting.
RENEE STONE

Learning Love Medical Myself Time
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
RENEE STONE

Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
RENEE STONE

Art Expression Fruit Memories World Yourself
People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
RENEE STONE

People Sink Spill Struggle Word Yourself

My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Renee Stone Quotes