#recharge
Savor moments alone
To meditate
And recharge
Rest in your own space
For a time each day
To create plans
And designs
Increase your own power
As you renew strength
And vigor
Then reach out - connect
With the world again
To fulfill designs
And serve
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 11:20 AM UTC
So here I go again
If you walk
A mile in my shoes
You may feel it as an adventure
If you walk next 10 miles
You may feel something new
And if you walk for a whole week
About 30 miles or more
You will know
The enjoyable way to take steps
And If you walk for a whole month
You will know the core of life
All that one needs
I walk most often
To get myself recharged
Just what I need
Right at that moment
That's me
That's my shoes
And still
An extra mile ahead
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:25 AM UTC
In twenty days I will be back in Georgia
and I will feel the cold air pierce through my lungs as I stroll through the streets of downtown Atlanta
I will hear the sound of thick, southern drawls singing country songs by a diminished campfire, releasing the smell of burning leaves and Tennessee whiskey
I will see my grandmamas gaze as she welcomes me home with a *** of steaming Jambalaya and White Diamonds perfume
And my sweet souls will smile at me with their crooked teeth that look like mine
They will approach me with their fast paced walks that move like mine
They will laugh at me with innocence, light, and love
Their simple love
their pure, loyal love
The kind of love that liberates
The kind of love that frees me
from the solitude I hold
So deeply within myself
And I will return to my little apartment
on the eastside of the city
with a memory of enlightenment
With a memory of gratitude
With a memory of grace
To shower you in
To nurture you with
To guide you to
The clear light of day
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Today
I am reminded that I am hated
That I am never good enough
That my past mistakes will forever haunt me
That repenting is a waste of time
That I will forever be judged by my sins
Tomorrow
I shall remind myself that I am loved more
That I am good enough
That I learned from my past mistakes
That repenting brings me closer to God
That I will instead be judged by how much I learned from my sins
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
You were petroleum.
rhymes polluting the world..
They were more deceased
than what your mouth ran off,
with your pollutive words..
Clogging up others lungs.
You thought you were a driving force,
but you were a traffic jam...
clogging up others lungs with
your stagnant rhymes,
oh,
you just stalled one more time..
But I'm rechargeable, neve missing
a mile, while you ran out of
class about five miles back..
Your more extinct than the crude words
you run off..
Dam I'm on the roadside choking on your exhaust.
But when I'm going, I'll never be polluting my
rhyme, every breath is fresh.
And your extinct like what you run off..
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
The words I speak sound foreign to my ears
as I address strangers that I've known for years.
We're engaged in simple, common talk.
How I can't wait for it to stop!
It has been too much I need time to myself,
to disperse the energies of a negative self.
For one whole week I've continued to converse
and it's all sounding a bit rehearsed.
Conversation smothers me like a pillow
calling me to a sleep that's eternal.
I need to find a way to discharge
this exhaustion that stalks me and recharge.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
I think I would like to be a hummingbird,
flitting around on my own,
pausing on a branch for several seconds
to catch my breath
before moving on.
as it is,
I am constantly stopping and starting
simultaneously,
starting to learn and then
stopping to think.
perhaps, in a way,
I am already
a hummingbird.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
It's okay.
Sometimes brave girls
also need to recharge.
To heal again,
To smile again,
To hide tears,
To feel better.
It's okay
to recharge yourself.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Sorry if I'm a little hard spoken on this poem,
But the ******** that i put up with for so many years got me
Clinching my fists and releasing my hate on the tree in the
Backyard where all the weights are, no point to recharge,
No point To be on guard,
**** this life and the people that tried to end mine,
Picking on my mental illness,
I can see the end around the corner.
Is it a crime to want to live in peace, no there no peace nowhere,
They say God doesn't put you through something you can not beat,
And while I'm torn between the fake and reality , I can not be.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
Summon your mental defences
Free all the neurons
Numb all the senses
Let the thoughts pass by
Abandon all emotions
Ignore it all
Emergencies are notions
Stop with the worries
Your mind is not defective
You just need some some sleep
And the morning's fresh perspective
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC