cosmicmik - Hello Poetry

And now, I cry... I cry, not for all that teeters on the edge of my reality, awaiting a sigh from the angels of the East... But for the awakening, the sweet rebirth, they have already come to spark with it. I cry, saluting the darkness, for its gift of preSense... Oh, how I feel me in my dance! I cry, In gratitude for my sacred sisters, gifting and guiding me, with their instinctual song. I cry, because now I've had a taste, of the release for which I have longed. I cry, for all of the moments that have lead me right Here, in which I finally see... My Self, lifted through, and embracing the mystery. And oh, how I cry... In honour and in awe, in whole-hearted wishing and yearning for, the blessing of divine and true reflection, in the women before me, the women along-side me, and all the women to come... I cry, because I see you Mama... And I am here with you.

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Oct 12, 2020

Oct 12, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC

cosmicmik

I see you Mama

And now, I cry... I cry, not for all that teeters on the edge of my reality, awaiting a sigh from the angels of the East... But for the awakening, the sweet rebirth, they have already come to spark with it. I cry, saluting the darkness, for its gift of preSense... Oh, how I feel me in my dance! I cry, In gratitude for my sacred sisters, gifting and guiding me, with their instinctual song. I cry, because now I've had a taste, of the release for which I have longed. I cry, for all of the moments that have lead me right Here, in which I finally see... My Self, lifted through, and embracing the mystery. And oh, how I cry... In honour and in awe, in whole-hearted wishing and yearning for, the blessing of divine and true reflection, in the women before me, the women along-side me, and all the women to come... I cry, because I see you Mama... And I am here with you.

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Is Love... Exposing bodies to be able to feel another's sweaty chest, swollen lips, sticky *** and ragged breath? Falling out of reality through colorful clouds until you pass out on the side of the road convulsing from an overdose? Tending to the bruises and cuts given the night before while promising to never do harm again? Wasting thousands of dollars on expensive toys and new fake bodies only to be unwanted years later? Playing with the bodies of others while deceiving the one person who gave it their all? Laying inside of strong arms and finally being able to feel safe and secure, even if only for a short while? Waking up every day where the only contentment found is in visiting a gravestone that contains memories of a whole life lived? A newborn child, with its bliss innocence of the cruel world it has been born into? Being able to speak the 3 worded and 8 lettered phrase aloud?

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cosmicmik

Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC

vr2018

Love 10

Is Love... Exposing bodies to be able to feel another's sweaty chest, swollen lips, sticky *** and ragged breath? Falling out of reality through colorful clouds until you pass out on the side of the road convulsing from an overdose? Tending to the bruises and cuts given the night before while promising to never do harm again? Wasting thousands of dollars on expensive toys and new fake bodies only to be unwanted years later? Playing with the bodies of others while deceiving the one person who gave it their all? Laying inside of strong arms and finally being able to feel safe and secure, even if only for a short while? Waking up every day where the only contentment found is in visiting a gravestone that contains memories of a whole life lived? A newborn child, with its bliss innocence of the cruel world it has been born into? Being able to speak the 3 worded and 8 lettered phrase aloud?

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I'm always lost - it's a part of being me. A characteristic of mine. My mind is always a mess and I always have this urge to be wild and run. I never know the where's, the why's, the who's.. I'm always lost. Always doing the opposite of what's considered "morally" correct. I think what got me hooked on him, was that he didn't ever try to change me. Not once. He wasn't like the rest. He was wild and he wanted to run with me. He didn't ever try to fix me or calm me down. He was filled with fire in all the same ways I am and when I needed to feel free, he took my hand and we sprinted. We were lost somewhere within one another. I was lost within him and he was lost within me.

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Dec 2, 2016

Dec 2, 2016 at 6:50 AM UTC

cosmicmik

Lost Within Him

I'm always lost - it's a part of being me. A characteristic of mine. My mind is always a mess and I always have this urge to be wild and run. I never know the where's, the why's, the who's.. I'm always lost. Always doing the opposite of what's considered "morally" correct. I think what got me hooked on him, was that he didn't ever try to change me. Not once. He wasn't like the rest. He was wild and he wanted to run with me. He didn't ever try to fix me or calm me down. He was filled with fire in all the same ways I am and when I needed to feel free, he took my hand and we sprinted. We were lost somewhere within one another. I was lost within him and he was lost within me.

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