is it mind over matter, or mind IS matter
is our "self" something completely separate from our body
do we have a soul, a spirit inside of us
or are we who we are because of neurotic messages and chemical combinations
or are we neither,
is our blood composed of stardust
do we hold the traits that our stars hold
or, once held
are we truly connected to each other by the moons and galaxies
and is there someone out there
with the same stardust as our own running through their veins
waiting for us as we wait for them?
are we chemicals, souls, or stars
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
i don't believe in boredom
i find it impossible that you could really have nothing to do
nothing
nothingness is a myth
and we are something
and if we are something
how can we ever have
nothing
to do
if we are composed of atoms
and atoms are composed of strings
millions of strings and
millions of galaxies and
millions of universes
live within every fiber of our being
how can we feel as if there is
nothing
to do
if we have over 50,000 thoughts a day
and thoughts lead to words
and words lead to actions
and every day we are capable
of thinking new thoughts
creating new ideas
discovering new corners of our brain
that were in the past hidden and
kept away by nonexistent boundaries
if we were gifted with thought
how can we believe that there is
nothing
to do
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
when i waited for the moon
and i waited for hours
and i wondered why
why she didn't show
the sky was clear
so clear the stars provided enough light to keep our dim hearts alive
alive for a few more hours
so we waited
we grew impatient
they questioned my consistent need for the moon
they wondered why,
why i cared so much
about a white ball in the sky
i told them about luna lovegood
how she resembled every layer of the person i am
how i felt as though we were soul sisters,
although luna was nothing but a product of imagination
but essentially, so was i
i told stories of my nights on the roof
explained that when my mind went wild at 3 am,
i'd open my window and lay out atop the roof of my house
i found solitude in the serene aura
radiating from the still, cool glow coming from lightyears away
meeting me, out of all people
when i needed it most
i resemble the moon
the sunshine never did it for me
i, like the moon, live in the dark
but shine light on whomever needs it
i, like the moon, have craters in my soul
empty parts of me, beautiful nothingness
maybe moon dust runs through my veins and maybe
my soul lays partly in the atmosphere
surrounding our lunar companion
unintentionally ******* the life out of anyone who shows up unprotected
a bit like i do on earth
they didn't understand
so i waited alone
hope slowly seeping out through my pores
leaving me desperate
suffocating
it wasn't until the orange ball of not-fire
rose against the black night
that i witnessed something i'd never seen before
glowing, beaming in the sky
came a red moon
and i was reminded then,
as relief spread through every vein in my body
that life brings you joy when you least expect it
and as always, the universe doubles our expectations
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
she never intended to spit out buildings
or spew smoke into the atmosphere
she didn't dream of rush hour
she could've had so much power
light years away
she stays hidden in dismay
every time, disappointed
her telescope pointed
at more earthly disarray
and the galaxies surrounding her
could never compare
to the earth that she dreamed to become
the earth we will never see
the stardust that was ready to
seep through her pores
but we blocked off her skin
we cut off her wings
and stars can't shine if they're covered
(the most difficult thing to do is simplify your life and detach yourself from the consumerist, industrialized society we've become.
to identify with a place,
you must love the land.
and to love the land,
you must connect with it.
fall in love with the natural, simple beauty of your country
and of countries and cultures around the world.
nature's a gift and many of us never end up unwrapping it)
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
it's suffocating
my eyes aren't exposed to new sights
my mind isn't exposed to new thoughts
no new people
everything the same
every day so similar to the day before and
the day before that and
the day before that
i could do it in my sleep
my mind has no boundaries, it roams free from ocean to ocean,
galaxy to galaxy,
but my feet are stuck tracing the same steps i've seen a thousand times before
when i step out and explore new territory, it isn't long before gravity does its work and i am forced back into the same
routine
im trapped by the comforter on my bed
by the closed car windows
by the classroom walls
by the limitations that seem to push in tighter and tighter until i have nowhere to go but away
away to where the beds don't have comforters because the grass is comfortable enough
where the cars don't have windows because we walk everywhere we go
where my education does not derive from a textbook, but from my adventures
where i have no limitations
where the chains that kept my feet on the ground have released me
and my feet run as freely as my mind does
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC