#stored
Do you feel it
Its the feeling
That you get
When there's nothing left
No distractions
No messages to check
No cigarettes
Real self is glaring back
Hi hey its me
Do you like what you see?
If not
change direction
Find what you need
The path can get rocky and dark
But every breath
Can be a fresh start
To begin again
Ego deleting
Humans - misleading,
Is there a way out of
Escaping
Waiting
Playing
I'm Breaking
The soul is aching
Knowing i cant keep replacing
Generations running from
the University of Feeling.
But, Dna remembers
The embers
from those cold Novembers
Flown away -
ash to dust
What's done is done
do everything with love,
And don't forget
the ones up above
As we are one.
Blessed be the
Music makers
The creators
The soul achers
Shedding their layers,
Bleed in
Bleed out
Returning the energy to origin
Breathe it in
Breathe it out
The Stagnant air
can get left there,
On the page that i wrote,
Because of the way that you spoke.
Its not the first bad note,
Here comes another ****
the ones that can let go of their pain
The ones that can cry out their rain
Transmuting,
Not always soothing
It stings
its saddening
Its beautifully shedding
From All that's been embedding
Ancestral healing
Will set you free
from the pain
Of your lineages chain.
I'm tired of walking in the rain.
Cycles will not repeat, again.
The wise one
Puts the stop here.
"If not you,
Then who?
If not now,
then When"
Waiting isnt wise,
Youll get left behind
A step essential to take,
To not have inherited infliction
stored in the skin
Remembered through the dna
Sometimes we just can't consciously trace.
But the unconscious
Stores all of our ancestors names
They live through us
We feel their pain
So it must
Take a chosen one
To finally pave
a new way.
Erase
The heartbreak
The envy
and the i wish it could bes.
Break the cycle
of holding
You must heal
all that's been shoved down
And replaced with a drug you found.
Choose you.
Choose now.
Write it
Yell it
Paint it
Feel it
And let it go.
Step into the clear air
You did it
You repaired
Breathe in the fresh air
Remember how you got here
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Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 7:40 AM UTC
Yellow and lime
Distinct in rhyme
Have raised their heads before their time
Wordsworth's words sought in kind
Intent rearranged as the gaze has changed with age
Do Daffodils cheer me up?
Not so vast in a public park
For experience raises expectations
or am I the holder of a colder heart
further inline set to depart
A voice stored inside reminds
with a twinkle in his eye that
'Variety is the spice of life'
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Isn't it amazing?
How a picture
Could bring back all the memories from that moment.
Just take a look at the picture
And all the memories come rushes back
All the little details
Let alone videos,
Both stores memories on its own way
Both painful
And happy memories
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
As we change ourselves,we waste time.
Never realizing,we are perfect by what we may become.
We are saturated with society's perspective.
Propaganda tells young girls to cover themselves,to become someone else.
It tells young boys to stop imagining about their visions.
Children are persuaded to be content.
They cannot be free until they can be themselves.
Propaganda by a running chauvinist monarchy.
Eve was reluctant to taking the fruit,but she did what was right.
In the end,willfulness,saved us all.
Doing what we want and loving who we please.
Forced to hide everything.
A tiny brown box with latches,inside,we are stored.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Over there I played and Over there I was raised ... That haunted palace was up-stairs and My old school was down-stairs ... I spent most of my childhood Over there happily and gladly ... The green grass , the cactus , the orange trees , Those egg-plants , these green and red peppers ,and Those pretty camels were over there ... The tin houses were installed for Those poor people who lived over there ... It was a long , long time ago , but That Patos Orchard is no more over there Simply because they replaced with some Other buildings ... That Patos Orchard is only stored In my mind ... I am still alive to document it for those who know nothing it About it ... The Patos Orchard is real and I am real ,but Now it's no more ..................... . _______________________________________________________________
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC