I am awake

Senses flailing

Eyes staring

Thoughts churning

I am me

Skin crawling

Muscles tensing

Heart pumping

I am one

Breathing slowly

Eyes closing

Darkness approaching

I am awake...

My brain is painfully empty,

So is this scowling sheet of paper;

The walls of art block trapping me in,

With aid terribly far in the distance.

_Think, think,_ I urge myself,

As I close my eyes is quietude,

Trying to be blessed with a brainstorm,

Yet today’s forecast is unclouded.

When that fails, I move on,

Trying to distract myself,

Maybe tomorrow my thoughts will flow,

_Maybe tomorrow…_

But t...

Each word opens a new sense within me

I have an innate desire to understand more

I awaken with every word and in a way feel purer

I need to become this language

Enlightened enough to conjoin with the words of great authors

So deeply immersed that my world is rewritten

descriptions of the things, people, and places I love

with the right vocabulary to be emotionally raw

To awaken is to learn...

It begins as a splinter of light,

pressing through the fractures of a long ago sealed door.

A whisper at first, a ragged breath against silence,

but growing, insistent.

A call that will not be swallowed,

will not be forgotten.

The bones remember before the mind does.

Fingers twitch, lungs expand,

something deep beneath the ribs

stirs, stretches.

A phantom ache of what was lost,

what is w...

She told me “be careful what you wish for…” as I sat across from her in my Spiritual friend’s bedroom.

I became Neo sitting across from Morpheus while this Clairvoyant Intuitive stared into my Soul.

My timeline was known by her. The one that I desired the most.

She told me that I didn’t know what I was capable of and that I was playing small.

The room began to warm up and I felt this energetic...

Over the hills the sheep chose to wander

Through thicket and brambles the they not stop to ponder

With the moon rising high all fall to slumber

The eternal night reaches out for hours

And yet the stars are eventually devoured

The lonely moon does not weep

She waits with grace as all do sleep

Their dreams are silent

No whispers of what they see

Until the sun arrives in the sky

Young and o...

I don’t want to wake up. The feeling of reality pulling me from the sheets of delusions and helpless memories that have never existed makes me so angry that I push and shove and hit and push again. When the hands of reality bring me back I realize that I am not pushing,shoving and hitting air. I am pushing,shoving and hitting someone. Someone who does not enjoy the thought of delusions and consta...

I watch you in crowded rooms, my gaze clings to you as you move through the halls.

I inhale the essence of your skin when you brush past.

Your voice echoes in my mind, a constant whisper in my ear.

The more you speak, the more I crave.

But just once, I wish you were the one staring at me—

The one inhaling my scent as I walk by, desperate for the moment to last.

But you’ll never love me—I’m not her...

As we roll through the Icelandic plains, I realize our sojourn is almost over. Mossy rolling hills sidle up against fields of brown grass. Juxtaposing rich life with unceremonious death by fire. It has only been 3 days, and yet, I can feel that I’ve turned a sharp corner. My late 20’s have brought a sense of self that I was worried would never come. A sureness, a blanket of security. I need not wo...

Blackbird song echos the room

ernestly hoping for someone to hear.

The sound is sweet, the sound is endearing;

A motivation to begin the new day.

Blackbird do you ever get tired?

First up at morning, last out at night;

You sing to the rain, you work in the sun

Do you ever need a break?

Or do you enjoy waking up to your own song?

Working hard each day to feed your youth.

Does the rain bring you j...