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
Stories (50/0)
To the Person I Needed You to Be
I wonder sometimes on rather you ok, if you are happy with the choices that you made. Did you know that you would fall down the rabbit hole this far just to mend your broken heart? sometimes I wonder if you ever knew when I was little all I wanted was a relationship with you, I looked up to you,
By shiney poetry6 years ago in Poets
Empty Houses
Have you ever mourned the loss of a life that was still alive? Their heart still beating, lungs still breathing, brain still working but their soul and spirit has died? Just an empty house begging to be filled begging to be loved by anyone who has nice hair and pretty eyes that says hello while they are already waving goodbye, but this house still believing all their lies but this house will smile and push on through no matter how much this man chips away at you.
By shiney poetry6 years ago in Poets
I Got
I got Ambitions and I got goals, I got stories that still ain't been told but when you hear them stories you will see the words flow off my lips like poetry. They tell the ugly truth in the most beautiful way the words that only I can say about my story and about my truths and and if they destroy you I seal your grave with a kiss and I love you.
By shiney poetry6 years ago in Poets
17 Type of Shit
The things we believe at 17 especially when they come from cute boys with green eyes their words we get hypnotized. Knowing most likely at the end of the day they are just lies to get into our hearts and in between our thighs but at 17 you don't think.
By shiney poetry6 years ago in Poets
Somewhere Between
I am somewhere between the steady rock and the crashing waves, I am somewhere between the calmness of the moon and the fire of the sun, somewhere between what is finished and how much is still left to be done. I am somewhere between a gentle rain and a hurricane, I am somewhere between the flowers and the buzzing of the bees, somewhere between the strong winds and steady trees. I am somewhere between heaven and hell as you can see I wear my halo and horns very well. I am somewhere between all my setbacks and my comebacks, the parts of that back down and fight back. I am somewhere between all the noise and a whisper of one soft voice. I am somewhere between the beautiful and the mess, somewhere between the stressed and the blessed these things are all apart of what I need somewhere the chaos and the peace is where you'll find me.
By shiney poetry6 years ago in Poets
Confessions of a Fat Girl
growing up I was always told "you are pretty for a fat girl" and I always took it as a compliment until I got older and I quickly figured out that they were saying fat girls aren't supposed to be pretty so I was lucky that I was a fat girl and still could be pretty why do I have to be pretty for a fat girl? why can't I just be pretty?
By shiney poetry6 years ago in Poets
Rose Colored Glasses
I've always felt things differently and deeply than everyone around me seeing the world with my Rose Colored Glasses half on I've always wondered if the moon and the stars followed me like they specifically chose me to lead them into Infinity I wonder what it would be like to dance with the Sun and chase with the sunset and not get burned and have no regrets wonder what would happen if we took a minute to enjoy the world around us and everything that's in it and that God took time to take this little speck of dust and turn it into us. All these things I wondered when I was little but now I know the stars and the moon were not following me I was following them And they were leading me into Infinity. And I was always dancing with the sun and chasing the sunset but instead Of getting burned which is sometimes required I became the fire. A nice little diamond in the rough, you can't break me I was meant I cut. I was meant to live my life with no regrets, so no its not them that keeps me up at night its the poetry in my heart, the music in my soul, its a story that needs to be told. 9-30-17
By shiney poetry6 years ago in Poets
What You Taught Me and What I Have to Learn
Some nights i stay awake thinking about what you did that day, wondering if I ever crossed your mind, Some nights i wonder if you just stayed because the older i got the cheaper it got to leave until you didn't have to pay anything.
By shiney poetry7 years ago in Poets