Chelsea Rae

Chelsea Rae Jun 2020

I can feel her peeking,
Shyly one eye around the corner.

I can see her sneaking,
Flying under curtains.

Giggling at the thought
Of finally being out in the open.

Playfully teasing,
One foot in and
One foot out.

She gets closer and closer,
Preparing to just dip her toe in.

I coax and cheer her on,
I'm ready for the show to begin.

She's almost ready
To come out after
Being long, long hidden
From within.

Inner child healing. Becoming my true self.

#layers

Jun 2020

angelique

lavender-lust fever

sometimes i think
of the million lives
i could have led

before the heat, lust
and sweet nectar
came shimmering
out of my head

i swam through caves
of black salt and ether
i explored dreaming valleys
and cavernous skies

i melted with the prophets
ruled with the pharaohs
drifted with the angels
all in a lavender-lust fever

ethereal.

#love #time #hope #happiness #words #lust #poetry #write #dream #life

Chelsea Rae Jun 2020

Purpose

I wake every morning
With a heavy body
And a burning heart.

I tire
By the end of every night
And I just want to hang
This burning desire
Up on the rack,
Like a soaked coat,
Dampened by utter confusion
And the turmoil that brings.

Even though
I pour salt water tears
On the coals
And watch the steam carry toward the sky;

It means nothing by sunrise.

With light of the sun
It sparks again,
The burn to understand.

The yearn I have to know
All that I Am
And the one who created it.

Finding purpose.

Jun 2020

Rob K

Reflecting

I miss being who I never was....

Jun 2020

Rob K

Stirring Reflections

Again,
Life leaves me staring.
At my coffee, as I swirl it with a spoon.
Relating to the vortex created.
Drawing sweet ingredients, down to their doom.

A stir meant to bring things together.
Unifying it all to my taste.
Yet now I sit here and I wonder.
Was the effort all just a waste.

Those lines sound fine together.
But I realize, that they are misleading.
I never even really liked coffee.
It just somehow became necessary.

I guess that's how my story goes.
From one unchosen situation to the next.
Until one rings true of purpose.
I'll stir carefully, to avoid another mess.

Chelsea Rae Jun 2020

Lost Love

"Withering rose,

Oh why do you lose your petals?"

"My petals, are tears that weep for him.
Like layers of myself that peel and die
In the wait
Of aching time.

I dry up for I am not watered.
I sink and rot
In my absence of his memory.
He has forgotten me."

#disconnected