shiney poetry
Bio
Hey guys I'm Cheyenne and I'm a inspiring writer and photographer. Between the Chaos and the peace is where you'll find me. can follow me on Instagram: @shiney.poetry
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Confessions
I always put on a brave face, I keep my mouth shut no matter what it takes but today I have some confessions to make. because i feel like no one hears my cries for help, those i keep to myself because the world doesn't need another burden this i'm certain that the people i love don't need anyone else to help when i can do it myself but i don't think i can anymore because
By shiney poetry4 years ago in Poets
Trying to love every broken piece part 1
All my life I've been different and I know how cliche that sounds because everyone is different but its the truth. I dressed different, talked different, looked at the world differently then everyone one around me. I remember being in 4th grade and one day I wore a dress to school and all the girls were shocked like it was the first time anyone has ever worn a dress in history, they told me that I finally looked like a ten instead of a four and I never wore a dress again.
By shiney poetry4 years ago in Psyche
To the People Who Keep Telling Me to Stop Buying Clothes for My Rainbow Baby
To the people that keep telling me to stop buying clothes for my rainbow baby because I don't know what I am going to get at the baby shower or so you can buy clothes for him, please stop.
By shiney poetry5 years ago in Families
Living Toxic
Dealing with toxic people is apart of life sometimes, you can't avoid them. They will show up in your life one way or other at some point, but what happens when those toxic people come in the form of your relationships or friendships or family members? How do you handle that? How long does it take or how much do you have to go through, until you see the toxicity in someone that you are close to? That is something I am still trying to figure out myself.
By shiney poetry5 years ago in Humans
Things They Never Tell a Pregnant Woman After Her First Pregnancy Ended in a Miscarriage
Things they never tell a pregnant woman after her first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage: That the thought of taking another pregnancy test in your whole entire life will scare you. That you will spend all of your days and nights researching every little ache and pain to make sure it's normal. That as soon as you see that heart beat you will cry in relief but stay worried. That sometimes you will be so worried about what could happen you forget to enjoy what is happening. That you'll see babies everywhere, and you'll pray to yourself that you make it that far. That you will still wonder about who your child that you lost would have become. That your gender reveal will feel like the biggest milestone in your life because you were afraid you would never make it that far. That it's ok to still be a little broken. That every doctors appointment will give you so much anxiety that it will keep you up for a few nights, because you're so worried that the heart beat will be gone. That you will look up the rates of a miscarriage through your whole first trimester. That it's okay to mourn what you lost, and love what you gained. I know that fear and worry are hard demons to live with, and to fight, but you can't let them take the joy out of every moment that this child is still on this earth. That even the people closest to you will never understand your hurt. That no matter what happens your life will never be the same. That no matter how many people tell you that you will get over it, you will never get over it. That you may feel all messed up inside, but you will do everything not to show it.
By shiney poetry5 years ago in Psyche
Not a Tragedy
Sometimes i feel the weight of world on my shoulders, carrying my sadness and anger like boulders not knowing that i can be free, thinking this is the best life has to give me, living like a tragedy waiting for someone to rescue me not knowing the strength God has given me but now i see
By shiney poetry5 years ago in Poets
Time
They say time heals all wounds, but how can that be true when time is the one that breaks you, how can that be true when I still hold on to the people we used to be before all those mean words took you and me, you used me, I guess you got used to me, sisters we could hardly be, but I wish I knew then friends is what we'll never be.
By shiney poetry5 years ago in Poets