Part one: the brewing storm.
Why do I expect, I’m never correct.
I’m just gonna flow I want to let go.
I’m so written by the book , that’s the only way people look.
So I expect out of respect.
for something I don’t really want all because I never got.
I don’t want to just sit and rot with something I don’t got.
Part two: Storm peaks
My mind races, so many faces, too many phases.
Am I a steam train?
Ouch! It feels like that steam rush is ripping my brains apart.
DAMN! this next stop feels like lifetimes apart.
Too bad I can’t be like one of those bullet trains
Maybe then I’ll track past fast from all of this life’s pains.
People like fast, they say hurry up
“Life’s too short, so pull your socks up”.
I don’t like that spin, it’s too primitive for me.
But NO! Down here I’m just a waste youth spilling unnecessary tea. It’s just an excuse they say.
A pile of lazy they say.
But when I almost stick a knife through my veins, “take it easy on life” they say.
Contradictory rules, foolish statements just to look cool.
Guess we all fools down here,so let me be my own fool.
There’s isn’t a tool worth fixing me nor a once size fits all fool suit sewed to fit me.
So let me roam naked on the streets of life
At least I’m a real fool without that fake look you would rather see me strut on a dim high.
Part three: The storm surrenders
I’ve fought with myself about society
I even said I’ll join the streets of society
Enclosed in a shell, like a prisoner in a cell.
I’ll live that life waiting for the next hell.
Maybe I’ll be better, maybe the world will be better
But as the feathers dropped, feather by feather….
*sigh* I’m such a fool.………..
From a life we called prison there lay my dear “cell mates”
How could I forget them, all we ever wanted was to run in haste.
We all hated how society painted life
Hiding the dark with its fake light
But listen my “cell mates”
They are us, we’re all reflecting mirrors
Hiding from our blessed terrors.
Let’s redefine this word
Looks like the dictionary doesn’t define through the spectrum of our world’s.
Let’s be society together
No rules or boundaries together
We don’t have to surf the same wavelength, that’s not what soul family meant.
At least we won’t throttle each other with a rule leash or have false words to preach.
We can eat the sunlight and drink moonlight.
We can be those silver dots in that space sea.
Let’s swim freely in this little space sea.
Come join me in our space sea.
Seasons
You said you’d be there
Always
But now it feels like “always” is over
Our conversations used to be everything
And now they’re just courtesies
So tell me
Would you miss me when I’m gone
Or would you not even realize
But maybe it’s meant to be this way
Our relationship for a season
And autumn is coming
So let me fall away
I’m not afraid to fall.
Healing Angel
With broken wings and a scarred heart
I made my way, I made my start
It wasn’t easy to express all this light
But I had you
You guided my thoughts
Directed my shine
Infiltrated my love Now I’m flying
Falling too
Mostly falling
But I keep getting up
Because I don’t want to be too far from you
I see your light
It gets brighter
I see my light
It gets brighter
You are my healing Angel
And maybe I’m yours too
Letters from success
I’ve wasted too many hours in a day, building dreams and planning success.
A flooded brain married to an anxious mess.
I’ve walked into life, believing it to be a summer’s breeze.
Reality ushered the uncomfortable dry surges that would never please.
I sat and thought of reality and illusion.
And stood up to confusion.
I fell in the middle of dreaming and living.
I remained, at crossroads; searching and climbing.
I never stood back to breath, feel, experience.
All in a single moment.
All in just a single moment!
I chose to stand and do nothing, think of nothing, feel nothing.
Within moments…
Thoughts became clear, filling up the missing components.
I began to live like this.
I live here, I am here, I am me.
This is what success wrote to me.
Happiness for me, given by me.
Take your time to live. Be yourself, live for yourself. If defined as happiness; an immeasurable feeling, success can’t be measured.
The soldier is female
Rain drops trickled down her wounds.
Drops of mercy from mother earth, she’s used to being exploited.
She stared sadly at the fingers pointed…
Fingers pointed back at her, for the pain she endured.
She prayed to hope, asking to be cured.
She faced sleepless nights.
Struggled with countless internal fights.
Whispering to herself everyday.
Take this pain away…
His face, his grip, his demonic gaze.
Conjured up FEAR to run at her highest pace.
I stand here safe.
But scared of an ill fate.
I refuse to live like this.
I refuse for all of those woman to live like this.
Scarred and dead, sent to the abyss.
With the greatest intention, I ask the universal laws of fate.
Allow ourselves to conjure up our own fate.
I only wish for a law that’s fair.
The only thing that should burn is her fiery hair.
Rise up my wonder woman.
May we CONQUER all men that seek to be our ruin.
Rape, gender based violence, abused woman; this world is burning and so are her soldiers. A woman’s empathy is not weakness but strength. Find it in your heart to feel another’s pain.I hope that whoever you are reading this, regardless of your gender identity take some initiative to empower woman. Peace and love to you.
-from, a woman.
Lows
You’re there constantly
Other emotions come and flow
But it always leads back to you
I can’t understand why
You make me push everyone away
Wanting to revel in your glorious despair
Yet I also hate you
Wishing I could be like them
Content and positive
But sometimes shadows are comforting
So what do I do
When my mind is fighting to stay afloat
Can I fight destiny
Should I even want to
Then sleep comes
A soft calm vagueness
Our bliss
You cant make brush strokes when the paint is dry.
You cant dream a tomorrow when today is tomorrow.
You cant begin if you don’t try.
I cant try without telling you goodbye.
All of the risks we take from now onwards.
All of the steps we walk from today on.
We’ll paint a world with more love….
I cant try without telling you goodbye.
You lit up my life, but this continuous plight isn’t right.
We could only paint their worlds, not our own.
Tomorrow’s me is today’s me, just watered.
I’ve always had the seeds to grow.
You watered me daily just like a pro.
How did you know me, know me so well.
Here are some of my roots and stems.
As strong as you appear, your loneliness says you need them.
We’re both lost and found, but be proud.
Life is good in unaware bliss.
A bliss to find the answers to questions we cry… WHO AM I? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE WE?
Purple Empaths 