I close my eyes, I breathe deep and air inflates my weary bones.
As I exhale I try to focus on the moment. The moment I'm living in. The hours that are porous to worries from the past. Life's episodes that cannot be altered. Except in the the continuous role play acted out in my mind, to put right the regret.
As I inhale, breathing life into my lungs, I'm told to control my attention. I'll admit, control is one thing I don't have. As although fluid and never ending my attention is often running short. Concentrate. My future lays dormant so leave it be. Though my mind wraps itself tightly around the possibilities.
As I exhale, I focus on the body that has remained strong and healthy, the self-healing heart that has been put through its paces and a mind that is overly critical.
I open my eyes and as the sounds around me crispen and the smells around me awaken and the sun light floods my pupils, I realise. Why allow myself to consume the present with worries from the past and future.
Life is fast and beautiful. And it's now.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
Lead us down to the woods where we
will absorb into the wild
nettle stings and muddied things
we'll find a cave where we'll retire.
Lead us down to the woods where we
can escape the monotony
immortal beings and furry things
we'll forget who we used to be.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
I sit and wait for the moment to come
for the spark to pull me from the bottom
of this slump I often find myself in
where I can't find any inspiration
So desperate to create something better than good
hindered by words like "I wish that I could"
my admiration of others turns into self doubt
and I wonder what my whole life is about
I sit and wait for the moment to come
anxiety builds from the comparisons
of myself to others that excel in their craft
and my mind remains blank and time remains fast.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
You were the Barbie jeep engineer.
You were the 5-card pinochle player.
You were the gripe to do the dishes.
You were the patient mall bench sitter.
You were Elvis Presley records and
paper backed crime novels.
You were my new antivirus software.
You were the chatter in the middle of an
NCIS episode.
You were the "It's okay, sweetie" on the
other end of the phone.
You were the voice of every bathtime storybook.
You were the baking soda on my first wasp sting.
You were the green Ford Escort parked
outside my middle school every afternoon.
You were the loudest clap at my graduation.
You were the sticky caramel corn crumbs in the
living room that held the place together.
You were the laughter
You were the toolkit when my pictures hung crooked.
You were the cornerback baker, the pecan pie maker,
dance recital seat saver and the road trip driver.
You were the puppy-dog pill-giver and the
broken heart mender.
You were the church goer and the goodness seeker.
You were the black-haired teaser and the
very best secret keeper.
You were a prideful wig wearer and
wheelchair rider.
You were a cancer fighter.
You were my first call.
You still are.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
The night seeps into the the room
Cloaking all features out of view
Absorbing familiar shadows
Consuming the worries of the day
Coating like an oil slick
Coaxing eyes into tiredness
Encouraging bones to feel heavy
Hypnotic slumber
And as the mind slips from reality
A new world opens full of surreal beauty.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Everything was going so well, until his love turned into a gradual hate because you became the only person that really knew him, flaws in all their glory. He could no longer pretend. And for that, he hates.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Carry my body out to sea
Lay my down on rippling tide
Let me float away with the debris
To absorb into the immortal sands
Like a ship turns into a wreck
My bones bow, bend and break
And the creatures explore my skin
My life is forgotten.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
I've been meaning to write you, but my words are all too stuck in their ways. They wish to be spoken and long to be felt, but to be honest they all lack virtue. All they can do now is hurt you.
Drenched in dopamine
These words swim within
Gasping for air
They plead for solace
In the jungle of thought
They inhale agony
And exhale apathy
They are jaded implicitly
These words
I secretly imprisoned
Still inconvenience me
They ******* my heart
Despite their innocence
I can not trust them
Hence my silence
Hence the look in my eyes
My stomach was weak
I saw novelty in every lie
But to be honest
I been meaning to ask
Is it too late for us?
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
*The trees dance
to your madness
As your heart hides thunder
and your veins resemble lightning...
Rather dim,
Perhaps by the darkness of your soul.
Since birth,
We were guaranteed that when it rains,
it will pour like never before...
Fear not to cry little one.
There is far more hurricane in this world
and you Ms,
you were not made for occasional drizzle.
Storm*
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
Incredibly good at making bad decisions
Because when things are going well
My insatiable hunger kicks in
To ravage happiness
To every inch
Until it is no more.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC