I spent a lot of my life trying to explain my actions
However everything magnetizes to me like I’m an attraction
Everything’s always been quite extreme
Carrying, varying bags so full they burst at the seems
Once I’ve learned it I grow stagnant….
I want it all won’t settle for a fragment
I’m such an extrovert
I want to share every new thing I learn with every person I meet….
Yet I’m also such an introvert I need to retreat
I’ve always had an appetite for life
and I need to eat
My feet need to meet with the beat of the street
You cannot learn to the level I seek by remaining still and accepting meek
allowing time to slip by…
second by second
week by week…
I went to write the caption to this post and the above pondering poem came out so I will just leave it right there. Followed with this flow of thought below…Continue reading
I feel things.
I always have.
Maybe it’s because I’m a scorpio.
Maybe it’s just me.
Maybe it is part of my destiny?
I have also had to learn to release things.
I have had to learn to release my grip on life and people.
Release things that no longer serve me and my higher good.
I don’t always know what that is but I know my soul does.
Sometimes the release is a good cry.
Sometimes it’s making wild love. (Also scorpio in me)Continue reading
I never ever thought there would come a time that I would get over my ex let alone find someone who could be as kind, romantic, playful and gentle. I felt like no one could ever ‘fill his shoes’ the bar had been set pretty high… and it wouldn’t even be fair to anyone to attempt a relationship. The few times I tried I ended things quickly just feeling discouraged. I considered myself lucky to had even had the opportunity to have a love like I had with my ex.
I felt these things and this way because I wasn’t yet fully healed.Continue reading
It’s been a while….
She learns how to become a cook
How to become a runner
Promises on how to become a better lover
All from just skimming the cover…
She falls for it
Stumbling on the shoestrings
Of her sneakers
That in reality,
just make her meeker
And….shall I even say
Like a beacon
Of society that says
Here I am…
Look at me
I take notice
I read the cover Continue reading
She drifted there
The water gently caressing the known
Carrying her down the suppressed river
Recollections of her life made her shiver
She arose from her reverie,
Her backside wet from dismay
Her river of tears on display Continue reading
The air was frigid
Pungent with must
Odors of mold
Abandoned and untold
From her bleeding lips
Her wobbly hips
Take me away
To a far off place
With infinite time
And infinite space
I have been spending a lot of time doing things worthy of writing about lately, or at least I hope they are worth reading!
One thing I’ve learned about writing and most especially writing poetry, is that you need to take time and some times extended time to immerse yourself in life, love and laughter to continue to be inspired to write!
I am happy to share that I have been feeling the desire to write resurfacing, so here’s hoping for some soon to be new inspired words.
What have you been immersed in lately?
Your denim and mine
Feels roughly fine
Divine Continue reading