Imagine traveling for miles and miles
walking in and out of life happening
one goes west where another goes south
one chooses life and gets death.
another doesn’t choose and time goes on.
We think we are so clever.
“Eureka! I know what to do now!”
and yes its true we do.
but for one that’s been through this and that.
and never pauses to take stock of it all.
they would whistle.
but if you trapped the wind in a jar.
it would be quiet.
drop its jaw in awe.
life in depth is simply complex.
it’s sometimes best to sit and watch –
the magic unfold.
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 12:39 PM UTC
Remember what it felt like to have eyes on you
Most of that is gone now.
But the anxiety isnt gone.
You have no audience but the show must go on
You still have to dance like everyone should be watching even though no body is.
Anxiety is a made up audience.
Make them a good and caring audience.
Don't sell your soul to people you wouldnt approve of.
Made up or real.
Dance so you know who you dance for even when they aren't there
Atrisia.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
So maybe if I'd get excited about this thing we are doing for the both of us
You'd catch the fire and we would finally burn twice as bright.
But my dreams of my love for you are a treasure hidden in the ruin that is my heart.
They elude me like a great fairytale read in the middle of a war zone.
All I have for you is patience and a keen awareness of what we are doing-
Staring at each other, asking the other to say something less hope dries out.
But my patience is fading and in its place hails sensibility; the intelligence to move on from a possibility whose process will overwhelm the outcome negatively.
So either way, I stand to loose you;
My almost maybe love, but not quite.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
I don't want to be presentable,
I want to flow like a river,
bend around rocks,
struggle to get past broken logs in my path,
try to run up banks at a bend then glide back down hill,
carry things;
pebbles, dry leaves, sticks, seeds, lost items –
abandoned and missed alike..
find them new homes.
fall down cliffs,
form misty specks of upside down rain that refract light when I explode at the bottom.
Run past forests, towns and deserts, adapt and be adapted to.
get to the ocean and just pour myself into – something larger than myself...
a library of river stories,
a place of rest.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
...drip drip drip drip
The rain is a blanket of sound, a theme song that empties my now, vanquishes me to dreams of two bodies entwined moving to the rhyme of hearts that beat until the melody synchronises to the tune of the rain drips...
...frequent and irregular...
...gasping, he lifts me up body and soul, to demonstrate he can handle me, and my crazy thoughts. I open up, abandon my reservations, then curl my limbs around him, till our souls be only separated by our skin. stretching our all to each other like rain drops do on window panes, willing themselves to reach that next droplet and then running the rest of eternity together...
...happily there after...
...which we all know its facing the world everyday as a unit. having bad days, but working through that pain Finding new heights of excitement and doing old things you like to do again. even when the rain comes and goes, I can always dance to the memory of us
drip drip drip drip...
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
I don't hate kissing you.
Wait let me start over again.
I love feeling your lips on mine
Like chocolate melting in my mouth
I can almost taste the weight of my worries turn to dust
And I don't know how to live without them.
They wake me up in the morning.
It's not right you know
To have someone else quiet your mind
Draw your attention to a singular moment
How do you do it though?
Will yourself a door in my wall.
Walk right into my space.
And tell me what do to.
It feels a lot like hypnosis.
Like I know the answer but I don't know how
Like I have these feelings but I didn't till for this emotion
Like you know this heart of mine a little too well
It's kind of creepy how bad I want to respond.
I need a second opinion.
I need to have one up you.
To be sure I have control.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
It's hard to believe eating an apple got us here sometimes
That the blame game was in that which Eve ate.
That the tasting with ones mouth has a direct link to seeing how naked one can be...
Until your lips fall on another's...
'Cause I blame you for the way I feel, dear.
I've never felt this emotionally bare..
Now I need you to cloth me with love..
Note:
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
I
The last time I gave you my heart.
You broke it but I fixed it in the next second.
I didn’t weep, nor use my eyes to blame you.
I didn’t waste time in doubting myself or hating you.
I dont know how to do these things anymore.
I’ve been here to many times to let this be how my day goes.
II
The first time I gave you my heart.
it was shone like moon. You were its sun.
It was calm, peaceful, full, never crescent.
Next to it, the rest of me sparkled like the night sky.
I didn’t know the end from the beginning.
I had been a fool to think I had lived before.
III
My heart is like a radio now.
Picking on heart frequencies.
and I will only tune in if the signal is stable enough to listen.
I can only continue to listen if the signal is about love.
I can only love the things that are loveworthy.
but if the melody changes
I will leave, having experienced love.
knowing it exists is enough for me.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
Modesty is for things you already have, not things you hope to get.
Be more open to hoping, confidently present yourself to opportunity.
Don't let modesty veil you from the sun, make you a shadow, make you invisible.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Wake me up,
When the sun turns gray. I'm aware I'm dreaming For I walk through this realm without feeling its rays' resolve.
When I hope the clouds would fly low and offer me a ride to another day.
When I've got time on my hands matching the things I have to do today, but can't get the will to act until tomorrow.
When I need the world to pause for a minute, and it feels like i'm falling behind. Running as if I were on a trendmill speaking but in a vacuum, doing but having no effect
Wake me up to a perspective that sees it all, that know effort can't be measured at force value, growth seizes to be about how tall you can get, a perspective where life sometimes goes in circle because you are trying to go too far yet home is living next door to you.
#HesGotThis
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC