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RyanMJenkins Nov 2014
Just when I was down to a little flicker,
I let go of every little thing that had come to make me bitter.

I couldnt withstand the barrage of thought my mind tried to deliver
Feet below the surface I was stuck stagnant to quiver

Fearing imagined outcomes I was sinking much faster
I went through the years just to succumb to this disaster?

Heart racing, wincing with faint pain
My face painting the position of strain.

Overwhelmed by memories that staged where I am today,
Along with the visions, of all I didn't get to say.

I was dying,
accepted it as fact
I went against my true nature and fell off every track.

If I was to go, I need to seek to keep my soul intact.

I shared secrets with with the stars,
whispered wisdom and wishes to the wind.
I poured prayers into nature's pores,
so that new life again could spring~


With every little utterance, I gave what was left of me.
Thinking of all of life as family,
with my last breath I thanked the trees,
for providing oxygen to breathe as fuel for all my body's microscopic functionalities.

The self imposed sinkhole was past my nose.
I will provide the earth with nutrients for whatever the future grows.

Blackness.

And then a flicker.

Soared toward the light that now flowed like a river.
Dove in, but rather than sink I chose to ascend.
I felt a bliss so delicious I wished it'd never end
Just then, in my gaze I saw some friends.
I was confused for they wore the faces of the dead.
Was this a hologram figment from too many milligrams of dread?

Just then a beautiful voice, softly spoke in my head
"I love you, son." Was all that it said.
These were words unheard in my time on Earth.
Now I face the man whose seed was the reason for my birth.

That warm smile,
With such gentle eyes,
Dumbfounded for awhile,
Never having felt so surprised.
Basking in something I wanted all my life.

Tears for the first time in years rolled down my face
A hug ensued, floating in love within the most tender embrace.
I wanted to apologize for ever throwing dirt on his name,
But he already knew, like he was inside my brain.

I felt my flicker, again turn into a flame.

"You are love my boy, we all lose our way.
You will earn your wings, but for now you mustn't stay.
You are to head back, and help restore faith.
Express equanimity, and give all walks of life praise.
This means you too, I know you haven't been fine.
Keep only healthy thoughts on the surface of your mind
Give out the contents of your heart for we are all the divine.
Tell your mom, that we up here think of her too,
And to ask for anything, for we know what she's going through.
Let her know she holds the radiance to brighten any room
We all love you both, see you again, when your soul is in bloom."


I awoke on a chair, in front of some paper.
I was to archive everything, this moment is to savor.
Amidst the letter I was writing to the world,
I stopped to notice 2 new flowers on my desk, that had just recently unfurled,
Reminding me to love myself, and share it all with my girl.
Her head on a pillow, and her hair lay in swirls
Nuzzled up and enveloped her, for I am her clam, and she is my pearl.

I have much to vocalize to the infinite, from the confines of my chest.
*I've found heaven on Earth, but first, much-needed rest~
Christian Reid Oct 2014
As for me, unwritten bites of
Sound and blurring blends of black and white,
The journey up and down made
One wonder
If the players played the game
Or the other way around

Rolling the dice with intentions undetermined
The dance eased on
--Push & Pull--
Marbles gravitating and compressing,
Dividing and merging--
Til cross-eyed observers forgot what they're looking at

Accidents and ignorance
Paved the way
With unexpected blessings
As the seeds of unintended
Consequence
Blossomed
in the Fertile Fields of Fate  .  .  .
Christian Reid Oct 2014
Making manic impersonations
On a momentary scale
We ride on the echo of cymbals divine
Decanting data into philosophic wine
Perceptive perspective manifesting matrices
Unknown --
Uncontrollable, undeniable, imminent &
Haphazardly perfect;
The essence of our yesterdays & tomorrows
Etched, in passing, into the
Particulate framework
-- Momentarily --
& yet
-- Eternally --
Manifestations cloaked in the veil of time,
Laced with intentions self-concocted,
The tides exchange,
Endlessly blurring the line between
Creator and Created
Jennifer Weiss Oct 2014
ART*
is in
the eye
of the beholder.

Such as, youth
as one grows older

Warmth,
as love grows colder

And strength,
to go on
once it is over.
Just have to look.
Jennifer Weiss Sep 2014
There's no good
no bad.
just whatever may be.
You can scoff at that,
or laugh
at me.

But I know,
you want to know
why thought
is key.
Because emotions
are a reality
you cannot
see.
uncovering my emotions,
I sit in a plume of words,
washing over my senses,
clouding them over with potential
and destruction.

you sit in your straight back chair,
legs stretched out in front of you,
before you hesitate and put your feet
firmly on the ground.
my words are like the fan drowning
out your demons,
but providing no extra insight,
just white noise.

I talk in my sleep
because the words don't pass me in my
subconscious.
they rule over me, sometimes guiding,
sometimes hindering.

a pillow, sleeping aid, ear plugs,
conveniently placed on your nightstand
whenever I sleep in your bed.

our fingers touch, and our shoulders lean toward the other,
wondering if we will follow our bodies' lead.
but you roll to the other side and I mirror you.
strangers in a bed built for one,
occupied by two.

— The End —