Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#innerlove
The round The square The straight The crooked The curve They say nothing's perfect But you are Whatever shape you may be
0
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
Perfect
When you look for love in all the wrong faces It just leads you to end up in dark places If you let someone control how you feel How the hell are you meant to heal Take some time out on concentrate on yourself I keep telling you work on your emotional wealth You need time to learn to love you And feel positive about what you say and do To look in the mirror and the reflection And recognise your perfect imperfections
0
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
Note to myself
Under this canopy of dark gleaming stars I now sit allow my body to take residence in the aura of my own glowing       let thoughts              of reason          slowly unravel until they become one      long            thread connecting my mind but releasing it to the air Molecules, like the tiniest of crystals, gently whir energetically              about me in almost invisible stirrings letting the power of energy centers take over: Red,     for my root             for I am                tethered           to this earth        Orange, for the passion so strong                 and truly knowing          my own worth Yellow, for             my gut,                 instincts open               and a-light        expanding into universes, broadening my sight Then my heart washed through and through in shades of green its own incandescence filled with verdant,                      fiery sheens It beats a lantern of vitality in this ocean of pain sending a beacon in the darkness helping to break old, patterns prompt them to          snap like rusty chains Here it pumps in growth of leafy, budding  light Guiding my spirit       in ripeness full and bright I rise up into the indigo-turquoise of my throat as words burst forth                         in surges, in the salty froth of ocean spirals              they float, get pulled by mysterious urges Like waterfall mist just kissing the tips of eyelash                  flickers these words that have the power                  to calm or make my blood                  run quicker And then: the deep purple of my crown that tapers into a shimmering white           and I know I can now receive myself, calm, in queenly presence of mind of spirit in my highest                   form of                              light
0
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
A Reception of Light
Under this canopy of dark gleaming stars I now sit allow my body to take residence in the aura of my own glowing       let thoughts              of reason          slowly unravel until they become one      long            thread connecting my mind but releasing it to the air Molecules, like the tiniest of crystals, gently whir energetically              about me in almost invisible stirrings letting the power of energy centers take over: Red,     for my root             for I am                tethered           to this earth        Orange, for the passion so strong                 and truly knowing          my own worth Yellow, for             my gut,                 instincts open               and a-light        expanding into universes, broadening my sight Then my heart washed through and through in shades of green its own incandescence filled with verdant,                      fiery sheens It beats a lantern of vitality in this ocean of pain sending a beacon in the darkness helping to break old, patterns prompt them to          snap like rusty chains Here it pumps in growth of leafy, budding  light Guiding my spirit       in ripeness full and bright I rise up into the indigo-turquoise of my throat as words burst forth                         in surges, in the salty froth of ocean spirals              they float, get pulled by mysterious urges Like waterfall mist just kissing the tips of eyelash                  flickers these words that have the power                  to calm or make my blood                  run quicker And then: the deep purple of my crown that tapers into a shimmering white           and I know I can now receive myself, calm, in queenly presence of mind of spirit in my highest                   form of                              light
Continue reading...
101