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Shalom Elara Aug 17
So much to do.
Yet Bored.

Relaxed day.
So Tired.

Could do great things.
But Fill my day with empty acts instead.

Why.
Why can't I just be productive?

I can.
I will.
I will stop writing poetry just to fill time.
I go now to make the world a better place.
One act of intention at a time.

Will I see you there?
How I feel today...
Looking and longing for that something,
Don’t quite know what it is,
Beating myself up trying to reach the answer,
Once I reach one,
All the possible answers hit at once,
Sense of being overwhelmed begins to settle,
Feeling not only lost but also unmotivated
Trying to fix all these pieces to the puzzle,
That I lose a sense of the picture,
The finished product no longer has that value,
Rather it has been altered,
It is no longer unique.
What is the cost?
Time or value?
Both.
Does complying to how others think you should be, really worth it?
Jammit Janet Jul 15
#32
Tie my laces,
Anchor me now,
Release the tide of emotion,
It’s ready for the crowd,

Electricity pulses in my chest,
Jolts through my limbs,
And sparks at my finger tips,

Connected to the earth,
I’m grounded,
I’m strong,

My stride will leave lightning,
Powerful and long,

My decisions quick,
Agile, steady,

Ready to dip, dive,
Juke, swerve,
Hop & leap,
Through that hole,
I'm ready,

Ready to be a brace,
For my family,
Jam or be a ****,
To achieve our goal,

Together as one we skate,
Into the unknown future we go.
Keep your eyes on the clear horizon.
For its just past the eye of the storm.
its okay to go through storms in life. Dont let yourself be consumed by them. You'll get past this.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 22
Bird flies over trees
Wait for me around my mind
Dreams rise without fear
Nothing like listening to the song of birdsong!
One step at a time.
One step at a time
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jun 18
So sensitive skinned
Passions keep me from world's lies
My heart unscripted
I made a promise to myself that on my 25th birthday, Ill be making changes to myself, slowly but surely. Ive often hated myself for being so 'sensitive', I thought if I killed that part of me, Ill be happy. Now Ill be kinder to myself and embrace it as an asset, not a flaw. I will finally be tackling some old fears and demons. Its my very passion, my own fire that keeps me warm from the chaos of the world around me and the relationships of wonderful friends and family that keep me sane and grounded.
I want to be as real as I can and present the best version of myself everytime too.
As I said, Im working on new collection which I hope will be posted soon. Still got alot to research, haha! But I will be going back to continuing some collections here!
Stay safe and well everyone!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Yuchu May 22
I shoved the absurdity into the woodpile
The fire was crackling and raging
Licking the bottom of the *** that is already worn
Demons and ghosts and phantoms of people who went crazy are dancing inside
Why are you moving it, how tiring!
The cat in the room asked
Why don't you join us, how stupid!
Red ***** on the chopping board asked
No, I said, no
I used ridiculousness to pile firewood higher
The fire will not go out in nine hundred and ninety-one days
I'm going to use this fire to cook, bathe and change clothes
When reality is more absurd than even magical realism stories...
LRF May 21
This thing takes hold
early,
a secret down deep.

It pushes up through
layers of rock,
sand, clay,
turning the earth
when it bursts
through its surface -
not the gasping
sudden push
of a sprinter,
but an over-days
reveal,
quiet and unassuming -
surveying the world
before it unfurls
and shoots,
basking in the sun.
May 2020
hybridstorm May 13
TRY
Try, try, try,
till you exhaust yourself.
And when you think you are tired,
try again.
Keep trying. Be patient. Realize the soft and serene and the hard and chaotic around you. Stay inquisitive. Stay loud.
Weathering the desert storm
pouring forth sand sharp as glass;
skin torn and muscles cut by countless thorns,
each one a mark left keeping score.
A violently dehydrated form
staggering in search of water’s shore
emerges from the static-
dry eyes sore, could have sworn...
but it was just mirage, playing waves of warmth,
dancing heat eating me like a carnivore,
bleaching bones below the sun to their very core
and yet I will walk until I can’t anymore;
searching for what I adore, knowing Ive seen and felt relieved by rain before,
towing my weight, dragging ever onward toward-
though corpse and carrion I am, the pain I must ignore;
each drop of sweat a loss I can’t afford.
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