My Poetry

Blistering heat.

Be a volcano. Erupt and shred rocks. Explode and blast the heat with your passion. Aching to cool down,but never giving in to the undeserving temptation. Blaze the core of the earth with your fire. Burn and shatter fear and hatred and anything in your path. Make it cringe in your presence. You're an ignition. Allow the flames to climb up your soul, never letting it consume you. Filling up with fire, slowly exhale your desire. Shed the shaky icy grip of despair and fear of failure. Rumble and roll. Fight and never cool down.

Shove of air.

Envision your wind set on fire. People are set out, journeying to get a feel to experience the hurricane of overwhelming and chilling power kept inside your gush of wind. Ready to be let it out. And only you keeping it in. Hidden. Dark and cold in the secret parts of your soul. Expressing your wind is vulnerability. A pleasure to those who get to witness this magic.

Acceptance of heartache.

Walk through your valley of trepidation. Allow it to be free. Feel and embrace the hesitation. Permit it to escape the cage you have so willingly and quickly built for it. Grant it permission to run wild. Expect no limits from it. Never tame them. You give no energy to them, it will hide and know whom it has not conquered. It will be embarrassed and frightened. And then, show it love. Cry with it. Lay it in the loving arms of death. Forsaken at last.

Loving death.

Death is a loving villain. A fake hero. A strong victim. Made of shiny satin and crushed scales. Fangs and loving smiles.  He’s like entering a battle scene after the action has taken place. He’s the delightful sun rays. The prick of a barb wire on your sensitive skin. He’s like the mushing and shredding of bones. The deep warmth of mud in between your toes. He’s like coughing and choking for clean air, when its inches from your face. He’s like peace threatening violence. Soothing anger. Brilliant and scarce. He’s like moonless nights and sunny days. He’s a desperate call and a useless voice.

Reversed Summer.

The desire for the chill in my bones to be melted is a desperate plead to mother nature. My ache for  warmth is a craving that will never end till I feel it, taste it, know it. The impossible enjoyment that will be sucked out of the moment will be a precious memory frozen in time yearning to, to be melted but giving it the same treatment i've been given.

Freedom Calls

You clutch the hope you possess of it. You grip it with ferocity. You’re pained to think of it vacating. You’re desperate to experience the sounds, the way it touches your soul, the vibrant depth it could give your life. You ache to adventure it. All you know is someone else’s distant memories, the path they wove for you with their stories. And you’re heart can’t help but yearn for the passion it could give you. Thus you begin to call upon it. You begin to take the call to action. You heed the words of others to go towards to it. Suddenly after years of its quietness, it susurrated within you. It spoke to you in a hushed voice. It’s a whisper in your ear begging you to set it free. You abruptly are awakened and relight. Joy pours from the deepest corners of your darkened soul, that you had no knowledge it existed. You plead for it to leave an impression on you. Thus you begin the journey of your wings being reunited with yourself. The coals inside you are heated, ready for a bonfire to begin. Just start. Just begin. The desire is there, and the voice has spoken.

Purposeful Living

Dive into your curiosity. It’ll bring out your purpose, it will set an uproar inside of you that will give you the courage to pursue it. Waiting for a moment where it will be unfolded to you is hopeless. Yet, embracing patience is not. The key is living intuitively. Intuitive living is accomplished and fulfilling in all states of mind. Exacting will not be possible. Yet grasping this kind of living will reveal being 100% in the now. Accomplishing tasks with stamina. Kindness and generosity In heart. And finding your purpose, your heart in something, and remembering who you are and what you're meant to become. Life, will become an adventurous learning process with true happiness. 

Little ah-ha's...

I feel there is nothing more beautiful than a person under willing vulnerability, the flow of rough magnificent tears, and obedience to their soul’s curiosity.

Quieting your troublesome thoughts is the bravest thing you can do, because society has taught us brains are knowledge. But, really, our heart and soul are wise. And wisdom is more important in the long run. Maybe not in our world, but in infinite worlds.

I thirst for feeling. At this point and time, I cry out and beg to connect with people who understand and imagine things with depth. Humans who also crave honesty, connection and vulnerability. Heart to heart conversations, things out of this world and beyond our comprehensions. I crave and yearn for it.