It is as if I am floating,
floating downwards
at a slow pace.
Mimicking the way
ashes float peacefully
from the height of the fire
towards the cold earth below.
I am glowing dimly
without much purpose
and yet,
I feel alive.
No weight lies upon my shoulders
and thoughts that once
clouded judgment suddenly
reveal a clear void.
The shackles of fear are released
as a calm gentle breeze
guides me so that I am free.
The less I think,
the less I am plagued
by pointless words
that are thrown around aimlessly.
Untouchable I fly,
far beyond the grasps
of negative energy
that has held me down.
I hold no resentments or envy
for now,
I am at peace.
No longer afraid of demons
that once lived within,
I have learned to let go and exist.
I cope with the faults and negatives but ,
thrive off of the positive that
I have chosen for me.

subsiding repetition
seemed inconceivable
and to reside at the
brink of light was all but
but achievable,
and to rebuild you must first
fall apart but to find peace
with mind you must
first with heart                    MJB

In this moment,
I am held by the simplest of forces.
One that takes control of my senses,
reaching from sight to touch.
Every cell is taught,
like a string pulled too tight.
Each breath is sharp,
like i'm being strangled by my own tongue.
Lack of oxygen impairs my thoughts,
as if i'm drunk without drinking.
It feels as though i'm locked in an arm-bar,
but I cannot summit so I black out.  
Consumed by the negative,
forever reaching for the positive.
Words and actions are constantly intertwined
with worry
I tell myself to breath,
but the grip it has on my throat is tight.
Squeezing down on my breath,
my mind,
my body,
my senses,
until the blackness is all that's left.
I have been here for an eternity,
yet why hasn't anything changed.
I search aimlessly for a exit,
grasping at nothing but air.
My lungs are lifeless and
i feel like there is no hope.
In that moment,
I blink back to reality.
Mere seconds have passed,
the world is still whole and spinning.
Nothing has changed,
everything is where i had left it.
Broken and yet whole once more,
i pick myself up and try to carry on.
I can now check this off my to do list,
and prepare for tomorrows moment.

© Holly Owen 2016

I crave your touch:
The way your body feels
when pressed against mine.
I lust for that escape you provide me
as you move your gentle
hands over my curves.
Although your soft kisses
send sensations down my spine,
I crave more;
like the way an addict craves their drug.
Beneath this ****** desire
lies something deeper,
meaningful and genuine.
You're hands are warm
when pressed on my skin,
and I feel safe.
The attention your provide me
is undivided as if the world is blurry
and I am in focus.
I am similar to a centre piece in your
mass creation called life.
A privilege I hold close,
that I fully accept, and am honoured
to be chosen.
Between the vivid lifestyle
we live behind closed
and romance viewed by others,
lust and love fuse creating our life,
together.

Wasting time,
wasting energy,
wasting my emotions on you.  
you throw words around aimlessly!
somehow your manipulating voice
makes each little word
seem like not even the stars
could outshine me.
you have developed this skill
over years and only now,
you realize how much power you hold.
Without hesitation i watch the compliments
float from your lips
to my ears; not once do i second guess.
not once do i allow my brain to fully
sift through these phrases to find the
lies that are buried beneath.
I surrender myself like a prisoner
who's facing the gallows,
allowing life to pass me by because in that moment;
i felt immortal
with your words
behind me.

From love we suffer
From ashed we stand
From death we escape
and from life we dream
We struggle for love
We struggle for dreams
We are attach to an illusion star
But we never stop writing poems...