for just a few minutes
i’d like to feel
like the only sentient being on the ******* planet
not to you
but to myself
for ******* once
The water can heal you, if you let yourself
The chilly fingers of the melting ice caps
will engulf you
making you feel very small
and very afraid
when you erupt from the depth of self healing
you will feel the warm tendrils of the sun-rays
curling over and caressing your skin.
I’m in love.
With the blue water
I’m in love with the mountains
and the rivers
and the creeks
I’m in love with a life that I never dreamed I’d be allowed to live
I’m in love with
My voice carries most passion
than the entire rest of my being
If I could but write a song
and so personal to myself
I could sing it over and again
whenever I feel emotionally restrained
and feel the relief that I have so longed for
most of my days
and every single **** one of my nights
Deep and dark emotions always creep out at the worst times
When you're trying to sleep
When you're out to eat
Or when you're trying to be intimate with someone you love so deeply
you just might burst
There is nothing romantic about it
The sudden flood of tears
The shaking hands and the clumsy fingers
Foggy eyes can't aim well
with their words or their intentions
Most times it just seems easier to resign into solitude and give it up
throw in the towel
I'm not fit for the human interaction that I crave with my
my very skin buzzes with the thought of someone
Someone just as damaged as I am
Someone just as loved as I'm supposed to feel
Someone just as sad
and unwilling to talk about it
The happy little life tinged with the bittersweet tears of healing and the
sad tug of what has been left behind
Nostalgia is clinging to my heels
though I've kicked her in the head a few times
Her bouncing ******* and swaying hips still follow me to and fro
as if hooked to me by an two ton invisible chain
Seductive as a politicians *******,
She is so intent on getting her way that she forgets that I'm the original, and she's the copy.
The cartoonishly overdrawn ideal of who I once was. The love hungry blue heart that had no true place in the world.
But once you've found your place in the galaxy, no earth dwelling ***** could even try to keep you around.
I want to create
with each breath that I take
I want to bring life into the world
are like children
freshly born and wild
ready to run around in circles and sing songs to the trees
my thoughts are like babies
cradled with my heart
nurtured until they are ready to be shown to the rest of the world
the fragility that exists almost solely within the human soul
has yet to be documented in anything other than a psychologists report
your anxiety is out of control
you should calm down
take deep breaths
don't worry so much
*but when I hold the future in the palm of my hand
how can I care less
and not worry about ******* it up?
I can't write good poetry anymore.
Anytime I sit down and try to pound out a few words that might make someone feel
Any emotion really
Maybe just a small twinkle
Or a twinge
I come up lacking.
My former knack for the typed word has gone out the window.
Along with all of my worries and cares
Don't get me wrong
I still freak out
And cry sometimes
But I'm not sad anymore.
The deep emotions that I felt were unexpressed in the sad little heart of a girl that stopped existing a year ago are no longer struggling to escape from the tips of my brown little fingers.
The words flow as freely as the peace in my heart
Now that I've remembered what they are.