danii-spinelli-phantomm

Since I was a little girl I'd often lay or sit just so- so still that my insides would tingle with what almost felt like movement... it made me feel like all i really am is made up of a thousand butterflies skittering inside of a me-like statue. For that moment, when I can stop and center there- it was like I'd almost be able to lift the real "me" part out of myself. It used to scare me...now I just know that my soul stirs and there has been moments that it was almost still and strong enough to fly away.

0

Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

Unpoem

Since I was a little girl I'd often lay or sit just so- so still that my insides would tingle with what almost felt like movement... it made me feel like all i really am is made up of a thousand butterflies skittering inside of a me-like statue. For that moment, when I can stop and center there- it was like I'd almost be able to lift the real "me" part out of myself. It used to scare me...now I just know that my soul stirs and there has been moments that it was almost still and strong enough to fly away.

6

On each persons path, there are stones- Do you cast yours at others because you are looking behind you?, Do you stumble over them and fall because you are looking so far into the distance? Or- Do you use them as the stepping stones they are in that moment to better safely guide yourself because you are walking in the here and the now? Those that throw may be lead to their own glass house. Those that stumble may fall into a hole… But those that see, that trust, that walk- they are on their way… By one step, one stone, one moment at a time, They are going somewhere

0

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

River Stones

On each persons path, there are stones- Do you cast yours at others because you are looking behind you?, Do you stumble over them and fall because you are looking so far into the distance? Or- Do you use them as the stepping stones they are in that moment to better safely guide yourself because you are walking in the here and the now? Those that throw may be lead to their own glass house. Those that stumble may fall into a hole… But those that see, that trust, that walk- they are on their way… By one step, one stone, one moment at a time, They are going somewhere

9

I speak my convictions ferociously... While using word play I became articulate precociously, Emotions spelled out, that's most of me- Stripped down to the core... I'm naked like we're supposed to be. The drum I march too is the one in my chest, That is the only medicine thwarting spiritual unrest. I aim only now to get all audiences affected, Take wisdom straight to the brain... Speak your Om's and stay connected. Embody love and kindly refuse to be rejected- Lies in the night by each new light are truth resurrected.. While people breathe and walk the streets shocked in silent trances, Not grasping the reality of each life lived with no second chances.. So many cold in the dark alone in their memories, Trapped behind closed doors and old dusty tapestries. To crawl through their pasts over sticks, stones and ash, I for one see the sun rather than the shadow that it casts. Before we can heal we need to allow ourselves to feel... Wake up every morning and decide what to make real. Through the ruins together we must crawl.

0

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

Naked

I speak my convictions ferociously... While using word play I became articulate precociously, Emotions spelled out, that's most of me- Stripped down to the core... I'm naked like we're supposed to be. The drum I march too is the one in my chest, That is the only medicine thwarting spiritual unrest. I aim only now to get all audiences affected, Take wisdom straight to the brain... Speak your Om's and stay connected. Embody love and kindly refuse to be rejected- Lies in the night by each new light are truth resurrected.. While people breathe and walk the streets shocked in silent trances, Not grasping the reality of each life lived with no second chances.. So many cold in the dark alone in their memories, Trapped behind closed doors and old dusty tapestries. To crawl through their pasts over sticks, stones and ash, I for one see the sun rather than the shadow that it casts. Before we can heal we need to allow ourselves to feel... Wake up every morning and decide what to make real. Through the ruins together we must crawl.

21

If you see through eyes of vanity look past me. A point compared to an idea, you can't grasp me. Stepped outside The box, ideas expand vastly. The image of your every emotion, you can't mask me Rumor goes the road to hell is paved with good intentions... Eternally enveloped in flames is the part not worth my mention. With God as my judge when I'm subject to inspections, Sorry sinner I filled the quota on divine interventions. Sticks And stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me, Made from the rib of man, it'll take more than him to pervert me. I'm blind to the ugly and deaf to the dumb, I have ten souls if not more inhabiting a body of one. The body and the blood served through wine and bread, So who will eat my pieces when I'm 100years dead? The sorcerers stone buried in the sands of time... If I'm alpha to omega the secret is naturally mine, The fountain of youth is the tub in which I bathe- I'm a thousand lives old, a thousand girls enslaved. My depth inwards far exceeds any ocean While for many each day is just a minute, and a memorized motion. I'm drowning in myself, deep thoughts are shallow breathes, The world is my last supper, eat me until there's nothing left.

0

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

Pervert Me

If you see through eyes of vanity look past me. A point compared to an idea, you can't grasp me. Stepped outside The box, ideas expand vastly. The image of your every emotion, you can't mask me Rumor goes the road to hell is paved with good intentions... Eternally enveloped in flames is the part not worth my mention. With God as my judge when I'm subject to inspections, Sorry sinner I filled the quota on divine interventions. Sticks And stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me, Made from the rib of man, it'll take more than him to pervert me. I'm blind to the ugly and deaf to the dumb, I have ten souls if not more inhabiting a body of one. The body and the blood served through wine and bread, So who will eat my pieces when I'm 100years dead? The sorcerers stone buried in the sands of time... If I'm alpha to omega the secret is naturally mine, The fountain of youth is the tub in which I bathe- I'm a thousand lives old, a thousand girls enslaved. My depth inwards far exceeds any ocean While for many each day is just a minute, and a memorized motion. I'm drowning in myself, deep thoughts are shallow breathes, The world is my last supper, eat me until there's nothing left.

22

It’s ok to be restless. It’s just fine to be spirited. Some of us only want to keep all of our secrets hidden, put away. Some of us want to write them all down…I do, I want to write them all down… But what good is a book if it can only be burned so that it can’t burn you. I guess I’ll just keep telling everyone all of mine, I like to mix them up into a lot of conversation and fantastical babble everyday of my life so that almost no one notices them. I keep the ones that notice…the people, not the secrets. I never could keep a diary.

0

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

Dear Undiary

It’s ok to be restless. It’s just fine to be spirited. Some of us only want to keep all of our secrets hidden, put away. Some of us want to write them all down…I do, I want to write them all down… But what good is a book if it can only be burned so that it can’t burn you. I guess I’ll just keep telling everyone all of mine, I like to mix them up into a lot of conversation and fantastical babble everyday of my life so that almost no one notices them. I keep the ones that notice…the people, not the secrets. I never could keep a diary.

9

When you are ready there are things in this life you will learn to know... Like the very subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, You must learn that love should not mean leaning and company does not grant security you begin to understand that kisses are not contacts or contracts, that the realest happiness is simply at it's core peace with passion and depth with purity. You'll finally see that presents neither insure or ensure any kind of promise, &that; we all get what we give in some form, karma unlike people is always sure & honest You must begin to accept your defeats with your head held high, And with this you'll keep your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult, and not the grief of a child. You learn to build your roads on good cause today because, tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for "the plan", besides, futures have a way of falling down mid-flight... And time doesn't care where or for what you stand. Anyways those instances can be the greatest and most necessary lessons And blocks for building... You'll finally get that your body is your temple for worship, the mind a universe worth filling... After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, That sometimes playing the victim made to suffer is not a position but really a crutch. You'll finally be sure to trust the light within and to both lead with and follow that as your source. And that there are different journeys to the destination, One ocean but still all rivers must erode and meander their own course. So you should, when you are ready plant your own garden and decorate your own soul... Don't wait for someone to bring you flowers or recognize the beauty in things with or in you. We are born as one, and as one we are and must always be whole.

0

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

Whole Learning

When you are ready there are things in this life you will learn to know... Like the very subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, You must learn that love should not mean leaning and company does not grant security you begin to understand that kisses are not contacts or contracts, that the realest happiness is simply at it's core peace with passion and depth with purity. You'll finally see that presents neither insure or ensure any kind of promise, &that; we all get what we give in some form, karma unlike people is always sure & honest You must begin to accept your defeats with your head held high, And with this you'll keep your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult, and not the grief of a child. You learn to build your roads on good cause today because, tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for "the plan", besides, futures have a way of falling down mid-flight... And time doesn't care where or for what you stand. Anyways those instances can be the greatest and most necessary lessons And blocks for building... You'll finally get that your body is your temple for worship, the mind a universe worth filling... After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, That sometimes playing the victim made to suffer is not a position but really a crutch. You'll finally be sure to trust the light within and to both lead with and follow that as your source. And that there are different journeys to the destination, One ocean but still all rivers must erode and meander their own course. So you should, when you are ready plant your own garden and decorate your own soul... Don't wait for someone to bring you flowers or recognize the beauty in things with or in you. We are born as one, and as one we are and must always be whole.

25

Silence kills...when it gets too quiet, blow on that loud. Tradition instills...do everything right so your family is proud. I'm above that, literally.. Exhale the ******** Inhale the magic- as I observe from my cloud. The storm always chases me... Money defaces me... These children have faith in me.. I'm wasted, yes me. I've enslaved me... Jesus, What happened to the brave me? White owl B's or ZigZag J's- sweet... Posted...you modern material kids confuse the twittering for tweets. wish I could stay up for days... 'Cuz The Rebel's rebellion's never a passing phase. I'm learned and I never even showed up for class. But thoughts and words scream over the motions 'cuz I think fast. All the glory to best, too bad trends, fads, and that 15 minutes won't last.

0

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

Smoke Me

Silence kills...when it gets too quiet, blow on that loud. Tradition instills...do everything right so your family is proud. I'm above that, literally.. Exhale the ******** Inhale the magic- as I observe from my cloud. The storm always chases me... Money defaces me... These children have faith in me.. I'm wasted, yes me. I've enslaved me... Jesus, What happened to the brave me? White owl B's or ZigZag J's- sweet... Posted...you modern material kids confuse the twittering for tweets. wish I could stay up for days... 'Cuz The Rebel's rebellion's never a passing phase. I'm learned and I never even showed up for class. But thoughts and words scream over the motions 'cuz I think fast. All the glory to best, too bad trends, fads, and that 15 minutes won't last.

17

The words on my mind, write themselves on the paper. Philosophy spilled out, disappears into vapor. Restless always, the mentality of a drifter... Chameleon to my surroundings, I am the shape shifter. Shift, shift all directions, Yes I get like the wind. Was the happiness real when the Cheshire cat grinned? I'm lost and I'm found...listen to me, a broken record spinning around and around. Handcuffed, gagged and bound...got my foot in my mouth. Did I really hear that sound? Did you hear that flow? Where did the seed come from that makes the idea grow. Where do we go if we spontaneously combust? Build up the walls, down with the trust... A bomb in the chest counting down- self destruct. Reality set on fire, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. And it cant end now, it's never enough. Greed is a sin, it's deadlier than lust... To lust is to want, to want is to need. Release your desires, I'm Pandora's box freed. Just a dream, part of your subconscious... Reoccurring every night, I'm a nightmare obnoxious. Romeo and Juliet, I'm poison dead toxic. Within chaos there is beauty, within me there's no logic... Made up of fragments scattered, I aim to climb the ladder. Thousands of me, reflect...Jagged Shards- a mirror shattered.. A body ****** beaten, bruised, and battered.. It's my Fabric of being that's torn and tattered. I'll be just a drifter, I wander alone... Left my skeletons locked in the closet at home... Can't read me The Riot Act, I write truths of my own.

0

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

The Fall of Rome

The words on my mind, write themselves on the paper. Philosophy spilled out, disappears into vapor. Restless always, the mentality of a drifter... Chameleon to my surroundings, I am the shape shifter. Shift, shift all directions, Yes I get like the wind. Was the happiness real when the Cheshire cat grinned? I'm lost and I'm found...listen to me, a broken record spinning around and around. Handcuffed, gagged and bound...got my foot in my mouth. Did I really hear that sound? Did you hear that flow? Where did the seed come from that makes the idea grow. Where do we go if we spontaneously combust? Build up the walls, down with the trust... A bomb in the chest counting down- self destruct. Reality set on fire, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. And it cant end now, it's never enough. Greed is a sin, it's deadlier than lust... To lust is to want, to want is to need. Release your desires, I'm Pandora's box freed. Just a dream, part of your subconscious... Reoccurring every night, I'm a nightmare obnoxious. Romeo and Juliet, I'm poison dead toxic. Within chaos there is beauty, within me there's no logic... Made up of fragments scattered, I aim to climb the ladder. Thousands of me, reflect...Jagged Shards- a mirror shattered.. A body ****** beaten, bruised, and battered.. It's my Fabric of being that's torn and tattered. I'll be just a drifter, I wander alone... Left my skeletons locked in the closet at home... Can't read me The Riot Act, I write truths of my own.

28

I look in the mirror but it ain't my reflection. Always been a dreamer but dreams can be deception. Been living and loving with no method of protection, The day my son was born was the date of inception. I'm walking as much away each day as I am toward, My mind stuck on rewind, my life on fast forward... All the coming and going- when it ends I begin, I've got a lot of heart but my sanity's stretched thin, Like puzzle pieces...or the answer to a riddle; I fight for a lot 'cuz I came from a little... Like wanting to be touched and having someone hit you, Being the hand that feeds, but the hungry dog still bit you. Now I look before I leap or I don't leap at all I've got no safety net, every day's a free fall... Define beauty in someone else's eyes, Everyday I'm older and everybody dies. Where would I be if I didn't have you, You're the only thing I have... The only love that's real, When you're in my arms it's the only thing I feel. You've got the best of me. Everything we are is real in being seen, So mean what you say and say what you mean. Look in my eyes through the window is my soul- Plus secrets that can't hurts us, a side you'll never know... I buried all of my pain a long time ago, Left behind all of the things that could've swallowed us whole. Now I have you, and everyday I watch you grow, Lifted a passion out of me that I thought wasn't so. And it's you, it's you that makes me better... There's times I might break but I'll never ever shatter. You being mine could never be wrong, You straightened out my path when I was lost for so long. I used to pray, I just wanted to be saved, I wanted to do right but I didn't know the way... When you're older, I'll tell you all of these things And how you were God's gift to me, the angel to my wings.

0

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC

danii-spinelli-phantomm

Ezequiel

I look in the mirror but it ain't my reflection. Always been a dreamer but dreams can be deception. Been living and loving with no method of protection, The day my son was born was the date of inception. I'm walking as much away each day as I am toward, My mind stuck on rewind, my life on fast forward... All the coming and going- when it ends I begin, I've got a lot of heart but my sanity's stretched thin, Like puzzle pieces...or the answer to a riddle; I fight for a lot 'cuz I came from a little... Like wanting to be touched and having someone hit you, Being the hand that feeds, but the hungry dog still bit you. Now I look before I leap or I don't leap at all I've got no safety net, every day's a free fall... Define beauty in someone else's eyes, Everyday I'm older and everybody dies. Where would I be if I didn't have you, You're the only thing I have... The only love that's real, When you're in my arms it's the only thing I feel. You've got the best of me. Everything we are is real in being seen, So mean what you say and say what you mean. Look in my eyes through the window is my soul- Plus secrets that can't hurts us, a side you'll never know... I buried all of my pain a long time ago, Left behind all of the things that could've swallowed us whole. Now I have you, and everyday I watch you grow, Lifted a passion out of me that I thought wasn't so. And it's you, it's you that makes me better... There's times I might break but I'll never ever shatter. You being mine could never be wrong, You straightened out my path when I was lost for so long. I used to pray, I just wanted to be saved, I wanted to do right but I didn't know the way... When you're older, I'll tell you all of these things And how you were God's gift to me, the angel to my wings.

37