"reawakens" poems
What is this feeling in my veins?
Thawing my frostbitten heart, but not for your own gain...
After the long cold months of walking in pain
Your melting my lungs so I can breathe again
A word so short
Short and plain
So much potential
Associated with so much pain
You've awakened a part of me that I thought to be dead
Jump-started by the words you've put in my head
Can this be true?
Am I falling for you?
Only time can tell...
But I hope you'll catch me.
Love.
The fire that reawakens even the dead
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
Dear J,
Happiness is a relative thing, or so I've learned. There are different versions of it. Your happiness probably differs from mine, which is most likely the reason we don't talk anymore. Your happiness didn't mesh with my own, causing some friction that lit a fire, at first starting love but then flaming into contradiction. That's okay. Happiness being a relative thing keeps us all from enjoying too much of one thing.
You see, as humans we always expect that the people we love most share same interests and ideas and joys. However, this is wholly untrue. The most compatible couples have completely different opinions on what makes life better than others. This ensures that we have a wide variety of happinesses to choose from. If we were stuck with one our whole lives that happiness would eventually become nothing more than regularity. And that's another reason we became nothing more than acquaintances.
Our happiness became so norm that we abandoned it in hopes that a new joy would come along, taming the fire of contradiction. When nothing was directed our way we instead became bored. And that's also okay because a little boredom reawakens our old happinesses.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I hope you found your happiness. Whether that be the way the sun falls on her laughing mouth or the music you write or the poems you read, I really hope that they make you see what life can be about with this happiness in it. I loved you so much you became my happiness, and then you outgrew the position. Become someone else's happiness now.
Love, Claire
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
Sometimes love comes in like a storm without warning,
veiled as a vast ruin with good intentions
entering your heart as an army with no ammunition;
for nobody warned them about what kind of vandalism goes on
behind the wall of thorns that time
can conceive.
Sometimes love goes down easy like the banana medicine
you used to drink as a child,
slowly but surely, the way you would feel wellness well up
inside of you until all your self hatred
evaporated from your heart
with each sugary swallow.
Sometimes love is discreet and strange, reminding you
of days you crossed the street without looking and somehow
did not get hit by anything other than your own stupidity,
making it unable for you to decipher the difference
between the outline of fate and the shadow of coincidence.
Sometimes love appears out of nowhere on the most
ordinary of days during the most ordinary of circumstances,
meaning everything to you but nothing at all to the other person, similar
to the way you can lay beside someone staring
at the clouds on a clear day and see
an angel with a crown of flowers beaming down on you,
when to the other person it’s nothing but a ball of cotton, floating
gently away.
Sometimes love reawakens ancient longings,
desires you used to have and never knew you had;
memories you had forgotten and mornings that made you glad;
causing tears of discovery at how enough you now know that you are,
no matter what has happened, or how deep go your scars.
Sometimes love is enough and sometimes it’s not,
sometimes you’ll keep giving it to someone despite how clear it is
that they just want to be left alone to rot;
and although you can beg for them not to
dig their own grave and declare their defeat,
you know it’s as useless as throwing flowers at their feet
but you continue to love and you continue to pray,
for you more than anyone have seen what can emerge
from the beauty of decay.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
A father rocks his newborn to sleep. He can hear the child sleeping soundly against his heart beat. He falls asleep thinking of his unborn son crying out:
"Daddy!", he cries.
"Stay, Daddy please!" he whimpers.
"Stay for mommy, don't go with your 'family'!" he cries, felling his saddened mother's heartbeat.
"Mommy needs help, we need help," he screams as silently as he can "we need a provider!".
As he lay asleep in his mother's womb, he can feel the sadness in her heart, see his father walking towards the door and hear them arguing day by day.
"Mommy's sad, she can't do it alone!" he begs.
"Don't take your keys, Don't take your bags"
Please don't leave, We need you to stay! he pleads.
Please stop fighting, It's not good for me!" he cries.
The father reawakens with tears in his eyes knowing that he almost left and never looked back.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Pond water life
So dark; so dim
With muddy rings
Of exhaustion
Glossed over blues
Hardly ripple
With signs of life
Or emotion
Dipping inside
The sluggish pool
Her body; now ****
Stirs the surface
Reawakens
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 4:47 PM UTC
Let's give form to a thought at the back of my head
And let it grow, let it drag me away from my body
Let it stretch me out into the past and future
So I lose sight of what IS
Which is here, which has always been
It speaks to itself, playing that it can't know
For we know that all that we can know is but
Difference from Oneness,
And we know that inside ourselves
We are each other, nothing separates us, no,
We haven't yet identified ourselves definitively but we are
Stuck inside the ego while we play the game of time
But we're not going to get rid of it
We'll need it if the Saucers come
Or dead men rise to eat our brains,
But it remains, and as it should
A dormant tool that reawakens
Whenever the need emerges
Why not take these forms that start to rise and amplify themselves in feedback loops
********* them on the page and leave them there,
Outside the body,
Use that action as the symbol of our casting out, not our denial but our separation
From the notions that emerge of perceived
Injuries from outside parties;
All the pain is caused within
And comes from giving shelter to those forms that form their feedback loops
Demanding our attention, and insisting we'll be incomplete
Until we can fulfill their fantasies of pasts and futures
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
The Melody within
No longer reverberates
That beauteous love song
O, that Bountiful Ballad but
My heart sings a brand new paean:
One of creation,
Of Wisdom,
Of freedom,
Of might,
Of consecration.
Yes, sometimes solitude
Heightens our spiritual senses,
Reawakens our provident defences;
O, denudes our vexations.
Know the Sacral Light
Absolving every deathly pang
Is found
By Dovening Divine Aether,
And summoning the Silver Wings
Of the Holy Dove.
Movement is neither peripheral
Nor internal;
Pain is neither deserved
Nor natural;
All things
Are just as they appear
To be
An evident demonstration
Of a
Higher fidelity.
Matter reverberates upon the
Molecular level;
We are, more
Than flesh, bone, and marrow;
We are,
Life, Love, and Liberty;
We are, a
Breathing Song
That exhales edification, inspiration,
Contemplations, and excogitations.
(Se' lah)
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 6:52 PM UTC
They’re here again.
That auburn that gold
the occasional surprise burst
of green or blue and purple
sits behind my eyes
and reawakens my heart
in the dark
the rainbow that is your hair in the sun
and that perfect sparkle catches my mind
again:
It’s hard to say
which earring it was
so I take the liberty to consider
each silver crystalline spear
creating harmony between gravity and your body;
I take the chance to notice
each peach, orange, and raspberry
that paint your cheeks and nose on
this sunny day
that isn’t today.
I remember
they prove the Golden Hour’s
potential for prying beauty
out of these few dimensions we can comprehend.
And it’s here again.
Smothering everything with
every most distracting color
only to leave within
an hour or less
leaving me blind
and still struggling for air,
distracted by
memory
by shapes
by your shape
by color.
The warm wispy clouds are your hair
the red and orange are your eyes and face
and the bright setting sliver
disappears behind smoke.
And all there is is color.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 6:41 AM UTC
swift inset of love's Sanskrit,
a thorn of contestations.
make cadence this sensorial music.
centrifugally waiting bodies
to cross Earths.
a plethora of annulments.
lion-telling Sun singes through intersections of infinities:
we cannot wait to quash
the morning, the scent of guava leaves
and the cerement of flour on chicken.
earth-hewn mounds of meat pressed
against beholden kitchen clangor.
declension of memory past wood
and pillars of home. lattices of light
forerunning fingers, let down the curtain.
wind swings with maddened turbine,
afternoons high with deadlock.
of all that is not here, the force
reawakens a long-stumped ******
beating us back to edges ruthless
with angels entirely curved, singled-out,
wings clipped, dancing at the tip
of the candleflame.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Stress eats at me
Old monsters
Roar to life
Bad habits broken
Reawakens
Eyes wet with
Tears unshed
Hands shake
Bad thoughts resurface
Triggers cut deep
Be calm
Be quiet
Be a good girl
Don't make a sound
Stress tearing me up inside
Trying to make me insane
I know I can cope
The monsters
Stay dead
Bad habits remain broken
Bad thoughts trampled
Triggers still cut
But I won't scar
I may struggle
But I won't drown
Life is hard
I can do hard things
I am
An overcomer
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
Some memories torture us evermore
Through a note which haunts,
And a picture which quivers our soul and renders us to naught.
And as if from a forgotten dream
or another breath
the soul reawakens to such joy,
Let it guide you in no restraint
like a talisman in times of woe.
Where the soul transcends
over stars which glow in depths of dark
in a crescent moon on a Christmas night
Amongst clouds and Artists song.
Let your eyes weep
and let it touch your soul -
for man's purpose of living
is art and art alone.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
I stopped reading
in between
the lines
What a joke to
look among
life’s hard pressed
seams
When the scent of
sunshine
burst through
the windows of
my open mind
the shutters
shuddered
Coaxing shapely
shadows
and ambitious
ponderings
A new generation
of ripples
taking shape
making waves
in otherwise concrete
complexities
Can’t dwell on
this emotion
in motion
too long before
it fades
like last night’s
star light
Can’t let my
dreams turn
white dwarf
before they get
to glimmer
like the twinkle
in your baby blues
A breeze reawakens
cotton ball fantasies
And the day
has scarcely been
embarked upon
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 3:23 PM UTC
I've become a dull knife.
unable to slice or pierce the thinnest material.
Now merely a dud of a firecracker,
Where I used to be a explosion tearing apart the night sky.
A tired metaphor, that merely wants to sleep until the day my soul reawakens.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 5:47 AM UTC
I wait in class with the sand man sitting next to me.
I so desperately wish to close my eyes to comfort the boredom
but my heart reawakens to hear the Teacher say
"We're watching a movie to day class"
I know today is going to be a good day.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
Storm clouds gather.
Some with silver linings.
Some with darker tidings.
Flash of lightning,
Sprawling across the sky.
Straggling ideas that stupefy.
Thunder at night,
Reverberating in the clouds.
Echoes of faded memories too loud.
Clouds of lead.
Draw close to the cliff’s edge.
To dump out what’s been dredged.
And rain they do.
Drop-by-drop, at first.
Then, in fits and bursts.
The rain pours n’ lashes.
Entire worlds, it could sink.
From eyes that do not blink.
But winds never stop.
Clouds drain away, move on.
Get up! Keep trudging along.
The sky changes colors.
Beings return to their flock.
Time resumes on the stopped clock.
The scent of wet soil,
On a breezy night stroll,
Reawakens the soul.
N’ when you see the moon,
Peek through and shine,
You know, everything will be fine.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
His eyes seem to be
almost as if he is sleeping,
dreaming of New York City and
bright lights and other girls
dancing among flashing strobes,
their trendy halters halting his breathing
and startling him back into awareness.
He realizes he’s been resting
his cheek on his knuckle, though
all he can really feel is numbness and
a slight tingle as his nerves begin to increase
to match the angle of the plane.
The jolt of landing reawakens his arm
and the buzzing bee inside his brain
as he envisions with an almost painful smile
a perfect dive into the great water before him.
He is there and I am here, but
my hair is dripping wet.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Burning ***** of fire and gas...
from down here are so beautiful.
I sit within my vessel...
float with the current.
Rocking steadily...
and my mind, being in complete meditation,
cannot absorb the beauty hanging above my head.
I am high off of the serenity,
and romance fills my lungs....
as the gentle breeze dances in my hair and caresses my face.
I disappear into the peace of this moment.
My soul merges with the world around...
The water appears as glass,
reflecting the stars.
The insects of the night serenade with a song...
ringing of summer freedom.
I close my eyes and listen....
My fingers dance above the water.
There, the refreshing coolness reawakens me.
Conscience now....
No longer lost in hypnosis,
I can see that this is just as beautiful as before.
Eyes open or closed has no meaning.
The immaculate intensity around,
lies in our minds...in our interpretation.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
sunlight reawakens us
from our open-eyed slumber
things happened last night, i don’t know where to begin
partly because of the outrageous events that occurred
and partly since i can’t keep my thoughts straight
boy, i could go for some pancakes and tea
and a moving monologue of redemption.
actually, no pancakes, just the other stuff.
to be honest, i’m not feeling so well. dizzy, you know?
i mean, the sun is up and shining
but i just can’t shake the feeling that the night’s not over.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
Acting is the full time Job of the Personality,
put down, only when
the pay of Revelation reawakens the Gourmet
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Rainbow Miracles as the Savanna of Decision
awakened now with the Peace of Acceptance, the Harmony of Faith.
Truth is everywhere painted over each thought…scrubbing the World within Free from leftover Leaves of abrasion,
once released long ago, held by the branches of a Tree called Life…..Untangled Freedom, returning Now as the Kite of Praise
Prayer Animal… YOUR WORD is Flesh…
Did You SEE that Comet Pass? It was YOUR Hope that Ignited the Sky...
no angel here... this is the Density of Goodness made Real by the Harmony of Being
a World made Real by the L of Your Love.
LOVE, washing the ground upon which IT walks..quickly scrubbing the floors of this temple with the Kindness of Generosity
This is a simple room.
Open as Light of Elohim,
reawakens the sleeping Tiger to the innocence of its sweet bright Stripes
Oiled fur that is the Blessings of Humanity.
Peace.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
oh may i tell you one last time,of this far away place in my mind
where you and i can run, love and play, exclude the world and try to find
the truth in our hearts and be forever young.
the feeling as you touch me cripples my senses, if only for that moment
your breathe reawakens me to that everlasting sting of your siringe of love
if i can only pull that out of my body, and show you, you don't need to do it twice.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
I hear the sweet songs of the birds deep into my heart
The sweet fragrant smell of the rain rejuvenates my soul
The beautiful flowers blooming reawakens my mind
The warmth of the sun brings my body back to life
Spring has come oh so lovingly
-Shelly Ramos
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
Gone
Gone like the wind
Through the trees
On a soft summer’s breeze
It was a beautiful day
When that last little part died
Leaving you cold and lonely inside
Comes then stormy weather
Reawakens buried hurt and pain
Inside
A bolt of thunder
Crash of light
Soft rain pours down
On a healed little heart
Gone
No more
Alive
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 1:43 PM UTC
Her laptop reawakens with a sigh.
The coffee *** sputters its morning tune.
Her husband already kissed her goodbye.
Now alone, she listens to the birds croon.
From her fingertips flow colorful realms.
Inside of her is a world no one knows.
She stays at home, the outside overwhelms.
Although lonely, this is the life she chose.
Her readers adore the worlds she creates.
It helps them to escape their own conflicts.
Each new novel, one patiently awaits.
They fly through the pages like book addicts.
As the bills grow, with her husband’s lost hope,
Her words continue to help strangers cope.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
Lions, and Tigers,, and Ligers… Oh MY!
Rainbow Miracles as the Savanna of Decision
awakened now with the Peace of Acceptance, the Harmony of Faith.
Truth is everywhere painted over each thought…scrubbing the World within Free from leftover Leaves of abrasion,
once released long ago, held by the branches of a Tree called Life…..Untangled Freedom, returning Now as the Kite of Praise
Prayer Animal… YOUR WORD is Flesh…
Did You SEE that Comet Pass? It was YOUR Hope that Ignited the Sky...
no angel here... this is the Density of Goodness made Real by the Harmony of Being
a World made Real by the L of Your Love.
LOVE, washing the ground upon which IT walks..quickly scrubbing the floors of this temple with the Kindness of Generosity
This is a simple room.
Open as Light of Elohim,
reawakens the sleeping Tiger to the innocence of its sweet bright Stripes
Oiled fur that is the Blessings of Humanity.
Peace.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC