Can you miss what you’ve abandoned without befalling yourself to hypocrisy?
The interpretation tunneling beneath a conscious motivation to prove some retrospective point
That’s what we do
If I miss the parts of a soul that isn’t yet mine am I doomed to fall victim to the very same precept
I still miss what I had, who I was, where I stayed, and all it revealed was cessation and by no fault of my own
I’m worried that my revelations as a a prophetess or a preacher will someday confine me to what I teach as truth
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:59 PM UTC
Wander into the undirected
Turn your eyes where you came for nothing but a severing of the rope that ties you there
Tread barefoot until your toes reach a field that’s either filled with lavender, or a new path
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:58 PM UTC
Take your time to unwind, my ever new delight
Take time to be something
Something that is or isn’t
It’s insignificant whether you you make something new
Simply be
Oh you’ve seen the way the abysmal floor is speckled with pebbles and tears
Add your name to the list;
The rest of us have been there too
You pulled your way out.
Your hope never fell even when your heart did
So be gentle with your soul
It’s carried you this far
Create something you feel safe confiding in
Sit down, breathe deep, unwind, and
Be.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:57 PM UTC
Wander into the undirected
Turn your eyes where you came for nothing but a severing of the rope that ties you there
Tread barefoot until your toes reach a field that’s either filled with lavender, or a new path
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:55 PM UTC
Earth was made to love
She was designed to cradle your head in her grasses
To warm your body and evaporate the tears on your cheeks with the sun
Her position makes your life possible
She was meant to be there to cool you off with midnight rain after you forgot what it felt like to be human
Her clouds were meant to shade you
let a few rays of light peak through
To darken the freckles on your cheeks
Her forests grew for you to explore
The stones on the path to be picked up and added to your jar
The sand to stick between your toes to remind you when you got home “hey, I’m still here”
The greatest tragedy is that we forget that she was made to love, and we were made to receive it
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:55 PM UTC
I’ve been spoken to countless times in the endurance of my existence
They speak to my mind
They expand on concepts and experiences wishing to hold my attention
I’ve learned and learned and gathered information to accumulate wisdom
I’ve read
I’ve listened
I’ve digested
How refreshing it is to have someone speak to my heart.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:54 PM UTC
He embraced the chaos of teaching a soul the lessons he once had to learn as she painted his voice like the melody it became
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 3:53 PM UTC
Silent thoughts and gentle conversations ease the mind awake
Fluttering eyes and lips pressed gingerly against your forehead
You pull your arms around me and sigh sweetly when you know I’m still there burry your head in my neck and move a little closer to
Mumbled good mornings and unheard “I love you”s
Creeping fingers up your arms to find your face in by hands
tired half smiles dancing on your lips
I crave the moment where you brush my messy hair from my eyes
Your fingertips pressed into my skin
An arm tightening around my waist lift my head to yours
And once again I know your mine
Chasing fleeting dreams as I remember memories of how I dreamed these moments would be
So sweet and precious as we awoke
Silently but together
To live to laugh to love means nothing without you
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
I crave silence
of the cool touch of your lips to mine
I desire moments
of misunderstanding as to correct the path we walk
I hunger for sickness
to nurse back to health
I yearn for your arms
like the pages in a book
Continually pressed together until someone opens it up to read of the beauty inside
The things we keep hidden
Secured behind walls of surety
Lick the tips of your fingers and touch the pages
Deftly lifting one to seek the words that fall behind it
Turn each page read each story
Know the character as if it were you
I cling to your words that give intel to a mind I desire to know fully
I will turn the pages being careful not to rip near the binding nor dog ear the corners
You don’t add blemish to a piece of art
You restore the colors that faded from exposure and time
You read and understand all that the artist wants you to know
You are my artwork
I will read your pages
I will learn your faults
And I will love, Indefinitely
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
How can the world end
When I’ve written my own?
My stories with you, my towns and my cities
My world cannot end
For you are my world
And you are encased in pages and letters I send
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC