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2.4k · Oct 2012
Collected Words
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
Nine wheel karma controller
Compact sleeveless button case
Oil deltoid combo
Metal magnet scrunchie spray
Bootleg leaf fret
Wick hunger limit
Tedious lantern bucket
Psychokinetic apple bubble
Intergalactic time space fraction
Anything immortal lost
Sleepless anxious toss
Divine magic water bodies
Healing wild birds
Extraterrestrial swimming fish
Fleeting nighttime children
Delightful new age beauty
Deep elemental menstrual cycles
Strong sight protection
Given soul story lessons
Clear Global God
Request practiced peace
Garden random physical reason
Humorous overwhelmed solution
Earth discovered on turtle
Used miraculous fact
Command locked paradise
Key kept love thirsty
Closely counsel deceased Master
Reaching for things not seen
Endless chaotic writing paper
Creating cool frog bog
Washed pilot sitting clean
Reaching things unseen
Wonder what all this means
Reaching unseen things
Feeling presence of other beings
Reaching for things unseen
Sleep walking in a dream
Reaching things unseen
Piecing together chaotic strings
Reaching unseen things
Hearing angels sing
While reaching for things not seen.
This was an exercise in creative writing. I picked Allot of random words then pieced them together into this tasty little gem. Towards the end I took it over with my own words but it was still fun and a good form of practice.
1.9k · Oct 2012
The Junkie
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
Burned lips
Holy veins
****** nose
Blackened lungs
Blood shot eyes
One holy brain
Empty bottle
Funky trip
I am the eminent sage ******
Trust me.
oh, high school...
1.6k · Oct 2012
Hide and Seek
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
Sometimes I feel ancient.
As if I have witnessed the birth
of our galaxy.
Sometimes I feel as if
I'm playing Hide and Seek
with myself.
The present me
hides from my ancient self.
Because when my ancient self
finds me
and turns her wise eye
in the direction of humanity
she is saddened by the state of herself.
How did we get so disillusioned?
How did we become so selfish and
glutinous?
When did we appoint ourselves Kings and Queens
of the Earth
which cries beneath our feet?
I remember a time
when I moved freely with my fellow man.
When we knew that We were the gift
Given to the Earth.
The gardeners.
The caretakers.
Only taking what we need and nothing more.
Freeing up our time
in order to truly expand our minds.
Our evolution has been stunted.
And I feel ancient.
I found you.
And I must say,
I'm a little disappointed.
Thank you Allan Watts.
1.2k · Oct 2012
Like Diamonds
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
The Autumn rain
Drenches the Earth
the leaves of trees
continue to burn...
While all around me
Gray falls cold and heavy.
My ego is weighted down
by the atmosphere around me.
My soul
the same consistency of fog
remains upright.
I grow lighter.
The rain falls through the gray world
like liquid diamonds
or Gods heavenly pearls...
I look down at my ego
mixing with the puddles of the ground
reflecting the fire
in the autumn trees.
In me.
Burning as rain falls
Cold and heavy and clean
All around and on everything.
Today
As I stand ghost like in the street
Unseen
I see beauty
in the saddened faces of those around me
Their egos too
Are being drowned
by the cold and heavy
Gray rain.
They cling to their bodies
like hungry kittens
climbing up your pant leg.
They don’t hear me when I whisper
“Let go.”
If only they could catch
Their reflection
In a puddle
and see the leaves of trees
On Fire
See themselves burning beautifully
As cold, heavy, clean
Rain,
falls all around.
Gently cleansing
and washing
our Souls
And the trees
Clean.
Another poem on seasonal depression. Which has always thrown me off because winter is my favorite season! It's when I'm the most me.
1.1k · Oct 2012
Thank You Walt
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
You gave me hope.
You showed me magic.
You helped me believe
in fairy tales, mermaids, and dreams.
At the same time
you gave me
an unrealistic idea
of what True Love is supposed to be.
You showed me misery,
pain, loss, suffrage, Death.
Even the resurrection of a princess.
I got the best kind of reality check
when we lost Her
and knew we'd never get her back.
You gave me innocence.
Then prepared me for the day
when it'd be taken away.
So I wasn’t surprised by it.
So I'd hit the ground running.
Running towards that
Hopefully somewhat Happily Ever After
and Far Far Away
from that Once upon a time...
Yours is the art
of subtle, sensitive, desensitization.
And I'm thankful for it.
Thankful I got
the subliminal message.
“Innocence doesn’t last forever kid.
Life is full of pain
and dark, foreboding woods.
Happiness can never be eternal.
It would lose it's meaning
and the light at the end of the tunnel
would just fade into the tunnel”
935 · Oct 2012
Breath
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
Listen to someone play the cello
In between the notes
As their fingers move up or down the cords
It sounds like the instrument
Takes a breath.
780 · Oct 2012
I Wrote This For You
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
Today I feel... Lonely?
I think.
Drops of rain
hit the windshield of my parked car.
Tall groomed, green, and golden grass
line the parking lot.
Rain is coming in
through my windows.
But
I don’t wanna roll them up.
Let them come.
Let the drops hit
or miss
A feeling of being trapped
chained in a cave.
Watching shadows dance on the wall.
I'm thinking of you now.
Yes, You.
The people I will read this too.
I wonder why I feel the need
to share this moment
with so many strangers.
Could it be that feeling?
What did I call it again?
Was it loneliness?
Doesn’t make any sense
cuz I've felt that before
and it was never as calm as this.
Perhaps it's a feeling subdued.
One that is being repressed.
Today I feel...
Today I feel...
Nothing I guess.
Or maybe that I'm dreaming.
Perhaps it's boredom I feel
and a longing for things to be curiouser.
Nelly Fertado pops into my head.
That song,
“I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away”
I guess I am.
Though most peg me for a cat.
Perhaps due to the grin.
Yup.
Boredom.
That must be it.
655 · Nov 2012
Service With a Smile
Theresa Grace Nov 2012
I've been wondering.
When did i become so cynical?
I used to be the definition of an optimist.
I don't want to lose it
But it's hard to maintain
Such a sunny disposition
When most people just want rain.
I mean really?
What's the point?
I feel like I've explored every in
Every out
Every and any explanation
I could get my mind around
When the truth of it is
Your life *****.
Therefore my life must also ****
And if it doesn't
You'll see to it that,
While you're around,
It does.
Or could it be
That because I'm part of the lower lower class
I'm somehow subhuman?
Because I make you fat food
For your FAT FACE
I'm lesser than you?
Really?
I'm trying so hard
To not turn out like you.
But, to be honest,
You people are wearing me thin.
I'm not sure how much I can take
Before I rip apart
And blow away with the wind.
Don't take it personal. Or  take it personal. I don't care.
629 · Oct 2012
Bare
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
I dismantled my wardrobe
Now it sits naked like me
Hangers rattle in a draft
Like bones strung up in a tree.
611 · Oct 2012
His Majesty
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
Soon these grounds will be covered in snow.
The world will begin to breath a bit more Heavy.
The crow will be crowned King once more.
It was his rightful place from the beginning.
People will hunch their shoulders over,
guarding against the cold,
holding the weight of their heavy minds.
Complaining, among other things,
about a neck ache.
People.
People will mourn for the loss of warmth and sound.
Crumble under the weight
of the light and silent snow.
Only the King breaks through.
Laughing and cackling at our funny behavior.
597 · Apr 2013
It Was In My Old House
Theresa Grace Apr 2013
I had a dream that I was bathing a fox covered in mud in an old antique tub.
The kind with eagle claws for feet.
When I was done I opened a window and set him down in the branches of a tree
and he took off through them, jumping from branch to branch and never looking back.
I was running with purpose down a beach.
Three others were with me.
We almost ran right into the trap they had set for us
but I saw their trick and turned us around
before the other wolves noticed us.
At least I hoped.
I walked into the Pearl Girls shop with all her homespun dresses and jewels from the ocean
The shop down the stairwell was stealing her ideas
but she couldn't leave to investigate.
She can never leave because he never comes to watch her most precious of things.
If only I knew how to make her happy.

I climb into a pink carriage pulled by a white horse.
I'm following a man all in black, in a black carriage, pulled by a black horse.
His top hat shadows his face. All I can see is his grimace.
He's hunting the wolves. My wolves.
I'll cut his throat open and let him bleed all over my white dress before I let him do that.
I must follow carefully and keep up the appearance of innocence
lure him in with my naivety. Make myself seem like easy prey,
to get close enough to sink my fangs into his throat.
I'll die before I let him hurt my brothers.
Strange, strange dreams. That's where it ends. any more and I'd be making it up.
545 · Oct 2012
Jimmy Beam
Theresa Grace Oct 2012
Oh Jim Beam, soothe this aching mind into a seamless, dreamless sleep.
Just for one night grant me a sense of relief.
Help me sink.
My sorrow knows she belongs at the bottom of a lake.
So help her drown.
Help her find that which she seeks.
The soft thud of her body hitting the lake bed
her hair gently floating around her face
twisting up like tangled reefs.
Softly brushing her cheek.
Lay heavy on her eyes Jim.
So that she can't see the Sun breaking through the surface.
Help me put this insane beautiful beast to rest.
Before she consumes all of my head
trying to fill that empty hole in her chest.
An ode of sorts to depression before blacking out. Not the best solution to the problem, I admit, but 5 hours of sleep in two days just wasn't cuttin the cloth.

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