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I Feel Powerful When Birds Fly Away

I feel powerful when birds fly away,I approach; they erupt!My agency clear on display,To my illusive control,I’m amused they obey,It’s time’s dualistic dance,of predator and prey,Self awakens through others,All becomes One, as we play,I’m imprinting the present,When I walk ou..

Hour 8

the come down... free flow from my journal because I haven't been writing anything too formal, but I felt like sharing...cheers!

Entangled Love

for someone's birthday <3 : )

The Art of Conversation

about my struggle with making/keeping conversation and the nervousness surrounding this

Hands

about how we really don't know what to do with our hands when nervous in conversation

Soundtrack of Silence

In your wake,In your silence,a subtle soundtrackswarms my head.The melody of beeping monitors,The rhythm of knuckles on bed rails,And the verses, pitched in pain.They only grow louder, still.But, grabbing at the void for any last sound of you,I hear the wind rushing byas the world just keeps tu..

Conscious Sea

The conscious sea arrests hold of me,Collective knowledge streams to my head,With new eyes of three, I now can see,I’m swimming in secrets of the dead.A tideless sea, of consistency,Not up nor down, behind or ahead,All Life dissolved in pure unity,All life woven from a single thread.One drop i..

Absence

Bumps bloom upon my skin,Each hair rises in anticipation,But that neural cascade fails to climax.Your voice is falling flat,Just shy of my ear’s drumAnd your flesh is icing over,Just out of my arm’s reach.Your taste on my lips is fading…And with a mouthful left to say,I&rsquo..

Break in Being

Attempting to tossinto coordinates of comfort,I fail to find a prime positionto support my heavy heart,and to contain my racing mind.A blanket-always too stiff-clings uncomfortablyto my spent body,which I reluctantly trustto wake up once more again.A pillow-always too flat-smothers the thickening ai..

Framed Lies

This poem is about those “little white lies” that we tell ourselves (and others) to get by day to day. The "I’ll do it tomorrow"s, the "one more time"s, and the most dreaded…"I’m fine"s.

Everest

This poem was inspired by Lincoln Hall, a man who survived being left for dead on Everest, only to die from cancer 3 years later, and by my past boyfriend who survived a 6 story fall, only to succumb.

Painting Vibrance on a Clean Slate

The gold, velvet curtainsallow the sun to slip through,contrasting the flat, make-shift fabricthat used to shield these rays.Light dances on the fresh paint,that clings to the sad, bare sheetrockyou shamelessly had on display.With brushstrokes askew,and a lively orange hue,we tried to mask the dents..

Of Course

As you came into my view, I could see… There was something missing internally. A void was preventing me to be free, And was plaguing me, since eternity. ..

Autopilot

It seems I don't know quite how to respond,To the pain present, within and beyond,So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,With habitual patterns, I proceed…Reliant on instincts and emotions, ..

A Secret In Life

Trying to maximize life,with busy days filled to the brim…living on the go,pushing away discomfort,trying to accomplish more -more than myself.But the key to life’s vibrancewas within my own confines,always intrinsically accessible.The neutral awareness,the open attentiveness,the innate..

Captivity

There was once a captive giraffe, Who escaped from the city zoo, But with this newly found freedom, He wasn’t quite sure what to do. Bustle overwhelms his senses,&lsq..

Paradox of All

Contradictions collide,paradox paints perception.Here, duality dissolves,revealing a universalsum of parts-each alone complete.The parts are weavedby fabric unnoticed,until swallowed at once.On the surface,projections vaporizeand reform incessantly.They shift, but never shape,yet the centrical curre..

Lying to Myself

One more timeThen never again…I disconnect from you.And muffle my sensesFrom the blaring empathy,As my focus turns inward.The suffering ringing my guts…My instinctual need to cope…Compelled, I take this key you keep.Detaching from impact,I paint this as harmless,Since you n..

Zest

The boredom of the mundaneevaporated as you rose,and ascended into my center.Now boundless and bursting,I find myself vibrant�"raging alive,blazing aglow, from the zest you cast upon me.My life-force zapped by your connection,I’m electrified… each cell stands erect..

Rising In Love

"Happiness is only real when shared," Christopher McCandless

Les

A poem remembering my late boyfriend, who died by suicide a year ago.

Expansive

Eyelids peel away Pupils enlarge Neural synapses open Air slips in my veins Blood stream widens Each cell breathes new energyMy heart beats faster More expansive Yet focused on what matters Well-developed thoughts Faster in time Contemplative in natu..

PTSD

First paralyzed, later dead. A poem about my experience with my boyfriend's suicide.