Adrianna Roe: Favorites

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

Foram Adeshara

You are like a rain,
Sometimes pleasant, gentle soft.
Sometimes unseasonably heavy.

You are like a night,
Sometimes moonlit, misty.
Sometimes extremely dark and cold.

You are like dream,
Sometimes blissful and romantic.
Sometimes bizarre, incomprehensible.

You are like a talk,
Sometimes heart-to-heart.
Sometimes ribald, scurrilous.

You are like a wind,
Sometimes gentle.
Sometimes strong gusty.

#npmmeta #unpredictable

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

Phases

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

Kimberly Lore

Phases

Sometimes I feel like the moon
Some days I'm bright and cheerful
Eager to give love to all
Other days I'm cautious
Still bright, but not as honest
A few days you only get
The slightest glimpse
Of my heart and my smile
And then there comes a day
Where I shut everyone out
The sun is dark in my eyes
Because even I can't stand myself
But it always gets better
And I always shine bright once more

#npmmoon

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

Does Time Heal All Wounds

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

King Dre Pencasso

Does Time Heal All Wounds

They say time heals all wounds, I beg to differ
Especially when you once had a love for someone with a lifetime of memories to remember
And how do you let someone else come around & love you better than the last one
When your heart still hasn't repaired from the last love, still very much in love with your last love
Traumatized from what transpired, not allowing anyone else to love you even if it is true
You just want the one person you gave your all to be the one that truly loves you
Sometimes willing to settle for loneliness, loving someone else will only break their heart
For trying to love you but loving you is going to tear you both apart
Heart is still the same condition from the past but you’re too afraid to love again
Fearing that a new love will never replace the love of a former love interest & best friend

☆ Poetic Venxm ☆

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

Follow The White Rabbit

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

jdmaraccini

Follow The White Rabbit

Divine Minds Transcend

We must follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
Hold on to the secret truth, it's time to follow the white rabbit.
Down, down the rabbit hole where it leads few will ever know.

I am not what I was, I was what I will never be again,
I found myself on the outside of a mirror looking in.
An enemy betraying a friend, and then my mind was shattered. Worthless fears crumble to the floor, then the transformation began.

We are mindless souls bouncing off one another
until the gears fit and the machine begins to thrive.
Together the powers united can be a force greater then life,
the truth that leads us separately to a place our souls are defined.
Not by the conflicted mind but by the spirit that resides inside,
break through the dimensional barrier
as time and the universe collide.

I am not here to control you, I am not here to pass judgment.
I am not here to behold you, I am here to join you in flight.
I am not like the others, like you, I am bound by destiny,
connected sisters and brothers, the story is ours to write.

We must follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
Down, down the rabbit hole, it's time to follow the white rabbit.

#dmt #dimethyltryptamine

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

I couldn't write silence

Jul 2018 Adrianna Roe

egghead

I couldn't write silence

We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.

Inspired by the Vanity Fair article of André Aciman's reaction to his book *Call Me By Your Name* being made into a movie. Specifically the quote, "I couldn't write silence."

#call #me #by #your #name