Timid? Oh no please see...
Image?, No i mean inside me...
It's the same as you, from the way our lungs work
To the way our hearts beat
But the way the world works,
It will separate us across sea's
Blind us with screens, Drown us with music
.To mute our souls' screams.
Refuse it, For you have a power so great
A drop of divine consciousness written in your face
A god that moves your fingers whenever you say
So rest easy
I hope this makes your day
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
The faucet drips
It makes no sound because no attention is paid,
the foggy mirror is wiped to prepare for a day,
Unimportant are the events, as well the faucet
Sense of dread unbeknownst, Brushed away blindly in haste
Average woes of life announced, The mind reacts in practiced hate
The faucet drips
The echo is an ambience to the silent screams of the soul,
The foggy mirror is wiped in irony unknown
The pattern remains the same
But a desire for change, fills the spirit loud
With the same power that opens eyes, and fills the ears with sound
The faucet drips
A head is turned in utter astonishment, like a newborn to Earth's offerings
A divine mystery is answered simply
To questions never asked, answers are received
The faucet is ceased and the foggy mirror is wiped in true reflection
A mind is put to ease and rests in peace
While a spirit is born through an inner see section,
Remainder of days will be filled with Zen
Because
The faucet will never drip again
© Copyright 2015 Mayah
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
We feel better when the sky owns up to the bleakness of the world; it turns grey and endless and it cries with us. We hide from the sun because it warms our skin and lies about a better tomorrow. Ice bites our noses and rattles our teeth- it makes us feel alive but it too, is swallowed by the warmth we have taught ourselves to hate. We are fighting for happiness but waiting for the warmth and the flush and the laughter to end, that we might envelope ourselves once more in our depression, anxiety and pain.
But I am tired of my cocoon of misery; this atmosphere filled with the sensation of waiting for rain. You three are my best friends. I have made an astonishing number of mistakes in my life but loving you is not one of them.
So I will wait for rain with you.
And I will revel in the sun when you find it.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
Can you believe it!
I'm in your head, you are reading my very thoughts
Somehow my energy has crossed paths, with you
This isn't a theory you seeing this is proof, its true
Imagine the power in this connection
from fingers on a keyboard
to affecting a reality
close or far from me
Imagine if we used this power for love
We could all be one...
haha let me stop getting sappy
And just enjoy the connection we made and be happy :)
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
I **** at poetry,
But I'm an expert at being me
It took years of reflection ever since the *****
But finally...
Now I look from inside
Now I laugh when I cry
Tears that remind me I'm alive
Write carefully...
That's what they tell me to
The voices in my head and the sensei's of the pen
For fear of breaking rules established by who?
well see I don't care, then I ask them
Do you laugh in tune?
Do you cry in tune?
With the gold received from the silence of thoughts
My soul buys the mightiest pen to go to me
Just so I can jot,
I really **** at poetry
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC