Echos through the city
Filling it with a roar
Crashing through walls
Rumbling through windows
Cutting through the air
It calms me
Soothes me
Grounds me
It’s awesome power
That’s paradoxically silent
Stands still and tall
It’s subtle vibration
That’s gently rough
Flows far and wide
It’s dark melody
That’s unforgettably ominous
Sings through the atmosphere
It’s charged.
Quick.
Merely a bubble of excited particles
Bouncing off one another in glee
Yet…
It’s slow…
Climactic…
…It’s beautiful.
From such chaos comes so much beauty, so much feeling, so much sound
From such chaos, comes so much life
Here I rest
And here I’m calm
Here, I am safe
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 2:49 PM UTC
Because no one else can
Be yourself
Because there’s nothing else you can be
Be yourself
And love every moment of it
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
Life.
The precious drop of creation,
Bestowed upon a mere rock,
Afloat in a void of nothingness.
Vibrant, calculated, chaotic,
So is life.
Each journey unique,
Each purpose paramount,
Each species significant.
It’s delicate arrangement,
Filled with indescribable beauty,
And holistic precision.
The miracle that is life.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
I stumble through the darkness,
Outstretched hands fumbling lamely,
Terror bubbling inside of me,
A lack of direction in the unknown.
Then a glimmer of light begins to glow far away,
A candle flickering silently,
Too far to touch,
Almost too far to see,
A pin ***** in nothingness,
Yet, I know.
And I carry on toward it,
With unwavering determination,
My fear becomes courage,
And the darkness becomes but an obstacle,
A test of will,
On my journey to the light.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
It rumbles softly
Cascading off leaves with grace
Falling with intentional chaos
Cleansing the Earth
With revitalising purity
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
Our world is well and truly ******
Those who question are labelled as stuck.
Stuck in the prison of their mind,
But aren’t we all stuck? In the prison of mankind?
The differences between us leads to separation,
In essence we are the same, and that should give unification.
Still we fight, defend, attack.
Where is the contemplation, awareness, ability to step back?
The ability to look at ourselves and society,
Notice shortcomings and move forward with propriety.
Our black and white thinking causes us to act unfairly,
All matters are grey - and that can be scary.
The unknown abyss of what is to come,
Is enough to make anyone whimper and run.
Intimidating for you, me, for all on earth.
So let’s face these fears together, and allow a prosperous rebirth.
Like a pheonix from the ashes, we too can rise.
Free ourselves from what we’ve came to accept, a prison, in disguise.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
The mainstream is changing,
Do you hear it’s call?
Structures once accepted,
Now begin to fall.
The mainstream is changing,
Do you see it form?
Conversations never had before,
Now become the norm.
The mainstream is changing,
Do you feel the flow?
Look around and look within,
And learn to just let go.
Let go and float wherever it takes you,
Let go of the stories told to break you,
Let go and allow the rapids to wake you.
The mainstream is changing,
Do you sense it too?
All there is to do is let go,
And the journey will find you.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
Everything is grey and we are all alone.
The concrete jungles where we compete for our lives in are grey. The roads where we walk our paths of life on are grey. Dull and grey. The sky is grey and people’s faces are grey. The rumble of the city is grey and never silent, and it is ugly. Nobody smiles and we are all alone.
I look up and everyone is looking down, so I look down too. And I stay looking down at the grey floor beneath my grey feet and I don’t smile.
I do the same grey things every grey day, and I do them alone.
But one day I looked up and was caught off guard. I looked up and he smiled. He smiled at me and I stared back.
I look down and up again, and still he smiled. So I smiled back. I looked around and I saw others looking up, and I saw them smiling too.
I saw the vibrant colour of shop fronts with colourful items in their windows. I saw our roads stand strong under the people’s colourfol feet as they skipped through life. And they didn’t skip alone, they skipped together. Their faces weren’t grey, they emitted an effervescent glow that shone all around. Leaves are green and bark is brown. I squinted and saw the sky was blue... was anything grey? I listened carefully and heard the cities sounds come together in the swell of a symphony. It was never silent, and it was beautiful.
Not everything was grey, I had just been missing the colour. I had been too busy looking down.
I’d been so busy looking down, I never noticed everyone else was looking up, and they had been looking up at the wonderful colourful world together. Did they ever look down? Or did I just think they were?
He looked at me and smiled; and I was never alone again.
And I realised I never was.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 4:35 PM UTC
When I look at the stars, the sunset, the ocean. When I gaze upon the mountain range towering in front of my wide eyes. When the moon softly shines on my smiling face. I feel at peace.
When I feel the breeze on my skin, the grass beneath my bare feet thick between my toes. The tickle in my nose in a dusty room, the drops of rain colliding with my body during a storm. I feel alive.
When I watch lovers play in a busy park, their laughter singing whilst birds fly above them. When I dance, with friends, with strangers, with myself. When I embrace my partner and fall into dreamy slumber. I feel love.
When I think about my experiences, and the world around me. I realise, we have so much more in common, than the differences that tear us apart. And I feel... sorrow.
Am I alone? In my thoughts? In my feelings?
Does anyone understand?
...
I think they do.
I look around and see a women fall over, and several strangers around her flock to her aid. I see a struggling student be taught with a smile, by a patient mentor. I see those masses with nothing give everything, and give everything though those who have everything give nothing, and they give with love. I see whole countries welcoming their neighbours with warm, open arms. And I feel pity, for those countries with locked doors and guard dogs, for they know not what they miss. I feel for them, compassion, and understanding, for they too soon shall realise.
I see hatred grow into tolerance and I see tolerance grow into acceptance. And I see acceptance, evolve into love. And I see... progress... change.
And I feel... hope.
And I wonder... who else does?
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC