Tag: beauty

May 11, 2016: Step One- Explore

Traveller, explorer of the New Age
Here you are- no land left to discover
The Self is all that’s been unclaimed

Take a walk along the psyche-
Will you chat with the ego
Will it brush up against you purring soothing words
Or bite your lip and throw you down the Stairway

And from there your
Cheating eyes bring you closer to despair
And further from the golden book of silicon walls

Those lying dreams stacked so tall you’ll never know what’s behind.

Don’t mind the nagging pressures
Don’t focus on the bursts of doubt

You are the explorer, Never to judge the unknown.
For now, only watch and learn the breaths,
The rhythm of the circle and the beats
Keep time and ready your courage

This is the easy part.

March 22, 2016: Apology Letter.

I’m sorry.

 

In my rush to be everything I wanted
I forgot to be everything you need.
I left you behind in my greedy and
Desperate search for happiness

I looked for it in the mirror today
You were gone.
And it was nowhere to be found.

I’m sorry you don’t feel the drops of sweat like you crave

I’m sorry I gave you too much sweetness and not enough
Of that tough love they always talk about.

And I’m sorry nobody calls you beautiful anymore.

It’s not because you aren’t
Trust me, If I could take apart the abuses I’ve dealt on you
And uncover the true likeness underneath…

You are beautiful.

I’m sorry I’ve forgotten… I’m sorry I haven’t loved you
Hugged you, kissed you more.
I know you’re sore.. and tired.. and weighed down
But I think I’ve almost found my way.
They say acceptance is the first

Step.

I see you. I see your bruises, my faults.
And I’m sorry.

(To: the body that keeps my heart beating

Love: the soul that resides within)

January 14, 2015: Snow Day

I love fresh snow
I love how it tickles my nose and
falls softly
(I wish I could fall softly)

Often I’ll look up in those moments
To the bright grey sky
Trying to tell me it’s not a black and white kind of day

And in those moments I feel
sewed into the fabric of the sky
I am connected to the cold beautiful flakes

They too, look all the same from afar,
but up
close
They are unique—they tell their own story

Okay. Cliché.

But sometimes the clearly cliché is the truth we avoid.

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November 15, 2015: I remember you.

It’s been a while since I posted anything. Miss me?

After a long poetry funk, I’m finally finding the inspiration and motivation to write again. I’m excited to get back into this passion, I’ve certainly missed it. Any who, here’s a poem about whatever you want it to be about! Enjoy 🙂

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I remember you.

You are the breeze that brought me here
you are the brain chilling, mind-loving beauty

You never left did you?
it all makes sense again

Perpetual free-flying

The decisions, the mistakes

OH and the laughter, oh laughter, laugh with me some more

I love walks with you, teasing ideas into my hair
Bringing meaning into click-clack steps
Taking the picture and dipping it in water so it runs
It runs away sometimes, did you know that?

Is this on purpose? Was it always itching to run?
But now you’re here it’s clear, I need a back scratcher.

I can’t see what this dripping idea has become,

I like the abstract, but I don’t look forward to cleaning the mess
Taking those depressed colours and forming a new portrait

Can I paint one of you?
Beautiful, that would be just Rose-y

Impatient force you are, don’t worry
You can swirl in irises- this painting is by memory

I remember you.