Cherise Gilbert
Bio
The first poem i wrote was under a tree by the whispers of the Caribbean breeze at age 12, and I have not stopped writing since.My goal is to reach different people through my words,and to be able to build an audience around my passion.
Stories (4/0)
Stained Glass
I was wondering if you could be my daddy. Or tell me where to fnd him, or maybe just exchange words as to why I never met him. I was wondering if you could be my first love, and if a boy did anything less than love me, you would hurt them more than they could have hurt me so.
By Cherise Gilbert2 years ago in Fiction
Unspoken thoughts
Time has me thinking about you. Something most of us don't visit until we feel like we have been robbed of it. And i revisit the moments where you and I sometimes resembled oil and water. How much more of an effort i would have made to make sure you knew i did still care, as i now welcome these tears. And i wonder do they fall because of regret or for genuinely finding it hard to believe you are no longer here. These tears tell a story that only my heart knows, because maybe i didn't give you enough of me when you needed me most. Maybe one day my soul can tell you about it when it roams and finds you at night. But i myself was in pieces, so how could i have helped make you whole? Pain never stays as long or as short as the last, each loss unveils a different lesson to be learned. And here i stand, listening to it. I let the water flow with my body, release the thoughts, but still they intend to stay. And i am forced to sit with it, because it leaves when it is done with you.
By Cherise Gilbert2 years ago in Poets
