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 Mar 2017 Cait Harbs
sri vidya
why do we think so much
about the feelings we hide?

why do we filter our thoughts
after a decent amount of overthinking
— only to end up saying things half-heartedly?

what am i afraid of,
what do i fear the most about speaking my heart —
how can i not trust it enough to say
the right things?

as a strong believer of wholehearted expression,
i am a hypocrite for holding back

i just cant put my heart in a position
where it could be
*rejected
 Mar 2017 Cait Harbs
Xyns
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 Mar 2017 Cait Harbs
Xyns
Oh, so fleeting were they
The years we spent together..
I selectively trace the wrinkles in my soul
to create the picture I see with in it all.
I leave some creases un marked,
others are made blue, then green .

This is how I create my inner scene
Who i am and who I want to be.

You see all these marks, create a bigger picture
with in all the lines, there are words and gestures.
Within all the instances there are gained impressions.

With in all of me , there is something deeper
with in all my rolling hills there are some which are steeper
With in all my throw aways there were one or two keepers.
The sun just kicked a hole in the clouds
to look me in the face,
as hail like sea salt pelts my windshield.
For those who love the concept of power,
   but hate its execution

A raging tiger has just left its cage,
—to feed on your confusion

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
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