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Michelle Paret Mar 2015
A writer craves their own creativity
An addiction of its own
The measures they go to to feel something craved
So they can feel so deeply to create
The eyes they put on
The roles they wear
So they can write about it, reflect on it later
The thirsty soul
Michelle Paret Jan 2015
Seize my strength
For the first
Seize my worth
For the hundredth

Why must I crave 
What I despise
Why must you hate
What you realize

A phlebotomy is always at risk
You mustn't always fight my kiss

Timidness is not wisdom
The wise approach with openness
Caution is not wisdom
The wise remain brave, unmoved by fear
Entire and entirely

You are an atmosphere
Enveloping my mind
You are my atmosphere
Entire and entirely
No escape

I am free
Why do you still seep into me?
Michelle Paret Dec 2014
It is not always disheveled
Not always deranged
Sometimes it’s precision
An elegance on flame

When one emerges into reality
Living engulfed in a familiar role
One has plummeted eye to eye with the furthest
Condensing harmoniously
Engrossed in the aspect

Occultic eyes rest gently before an induced commonality
And one would never think
Enslaving is comfort
Or that mania is a sadistically beautiful delusion

A hole ordained for soul keeping
Appears blatantly disastrous
Yet continually lures
Granting craved figments only I can devour
Michelle Paret Nov 2014
The Universe
She is in you
You breathe Her
Both inhale and exhale
She is the goosebumps on your skin
And the sweat on the soles of your feet
She is the curiosity you possess
Your consciousness
Your frontal lobe and pineal gland
Your posture and your aura
She is your euphoric first high
And Psilocybin Mushroom trip
I long for everyone to feel the concept that The Universe is truly
everything we see, touch, think, feel, speak and write
The steps towards one-ness
Towards self love and universal acceptance
Is instantly magical

I preach to just about everyone I meet that The Universe makes no mistakes. That everything in the entire world is exactly as it is because that's exactly how it’s supposed to be. If it wasn’t supposed to be, it wouldn’t be. When entering any kind of metamorphosis or spiritual pilgrimage, it is crucial to keep the latter in mind. Trust in the Universe is the biggest, most crucial element of the Path of liberation. Only with complete trust in the Universe can one have little to no doubt, worry, fear, anxieties, remorse, or regret.
I recently found this poem on my computer... it was written almost a year ago.
Michelle Paret Oct 2014
I love Buddhism because there are concepts and ideologies that most people have never even begun to attempt to understand or long to radiate
Oops, speaking idealistic again
I love Buddhism because those essences make up me entirely
I am those forms
I understand them and feel them as though they are my own touch and smell
I am those forms
And nobody knows that but me

I sit and observe and grin at myself
Because no one has the slightest idea that I am half in this realm, half in another
Michelle Paret Oct 2014
Because of 11
I am not afraid of death
I know exactly what will happen when I "die"
I was there
It's just an absence of existence
Yet a universal, eternal, all-being awareness
And you don't even know you are "yourself"
There's no such thing as... Humans
I loved life before hand, but it wasn't until after 11 and 13 that I realized it
Felt it
Smelled it
Consumed it
My mind became the most interesting place in the world to be
So intriguing that I've become increasingly content in the idea of witnessing my own mind working for the rest of my consciousness
Call it narcissism
I'm just amusing to myself
I love being with myself every moment of everyday
Art became mentally stimulating to me because of how quickly I come up with scenarios and reasons why a piece looks the way it looks
That action is art within itself
And when my exterior conscience was rebirthed to everyday reality
I felt a deep longing to go back
Like this wasn't where I really belong
11 took my soul to another medium
An entire separate existence
And set my mind free from any barriers
There are no obstacles in my awareness
Eternal boundlessness

13 has made me embrace, cultivate, and actively live in my peaceful divinity within me
There is no way to accurately describe this
But trying my best
Even when I am mad, I'm not
Even when I am sad, I'm not
13 set apart the difference between submerged eyes and feelings, and objectiveness in my most deepest struggles
It mentally expanded everything
Absolutely everything
From human interaction to food
From morals to appearance
These things have made me become the greatest person I know
I have more love to give than ever and it only increases as time goes on
I reflect my insides out but only to those who are able to see it
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Michelle Paret Oct 2014
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A sheer pink lip balm

A harsh light bulb-lit reflection
Deep, tired, dark circles
That outermost omnipresent aloofness

Dark 00's and midriff
The cold, 6:00 am, hollow and dim living room
Seriously demeaning and only aware introspectively
Noble-felt, harshly observed silence

First, the summit most deeply craved and sensually submissive to
Clarity and optimism
Motivation and kindness
But impending soon after
A permanent loneliness, soullessness, sadness and a vast emptiness
The every day conscience

Hours spent absorbing the stillest silence possible
Not being able to think full thoughts or talk to oneself
All that's distinguished is feeling paralyzed in the mind
Harsh bathroom lights
Loud, rough water filling the bathtub
Staring as the repetitive breathing moves the water line back then forth
Up then down
Slow moving and eerily melancholy

Continues

2 am... 3 am... 4 am...

Physically exhausted and still
Lethargic bones
Mentally continuous, even rapid, and imaginative

Consisting of only slightly heavy, controlled  breaths and an idled pause
Everything is paused except the mind

The body goes without
Naturally retracting from the mind
Counting the minutes until the alarm goes off
Arises to feel disoriented
Resolves with more
A light-dark shimmer and brown boots
Perfectly placed lips
A sharp nose and a sunken aura
That craving, comfortable normal attained

It all resurfaces
The smell of that time
The mentally formed associations
Cold like the winter, early mornings and the fluorescent light
Cigarettes like the emptiness, somber, bitterness and silence

Oppressive but so liberating
Depressive but so enthralling
It smells malignity pleasure-filled

A sheer pink lip balm
Inspired by 2010-2011
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