selfdiscovery
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I got high off the scent of the Juliet roses.
The beautifully wicked smell of the Juliet roses.
Film class
A documentary, my teacher says
The bear man appears on the screen
He lives with them
The Bears
“Dangerous creatures”
he says into the camera
He loves them
when i couldn't turn to anyone
words put on paper let me feel
comfort in the simple words
she, he, they
a lover of poetry and people
I'm no poet.
Nor am I an author.
Thoughts to words?
Whether I am ecstatic or distressed.
All my feelings,
I can never express.
Father, where are you?
Through the words flowing from this pen,
almost seamlessly it feels,
I have discovered what lies in the deepest corners of my mind,
things I never imagined I could touch.
People have always told me,
I thought I was ready
Sat back with my window down
The radio loud, going seventy an hour
Heart a hurricane
Mind a comet
But the most beautiful things end
you see
But there is a time when all stands still.
The ticking tocking hands begin to freeze
Her heart, steadily begins to beat
Motion meets defeat, as her reasoning comfortably takes the back seat
I think break-ups are so hard because
You’re not only severing yourself from the person
But from the symphony, and the sandwich shop
You used to go to before each show
A battle of balance resides withinThe confines of my heartA push and a pullAn ebb and flowAll beginning with a startAn electric shock A beating pulseTo discover what makes me tick
I lay beneath the surface of artificial shell
Living day to day life going through the motions
Waiting for you to see me
Waiting for you to hear me
Waiting for you to find me
2016: The Year of Change.
Dying, rising, overtaking.
Wondering, wandering, struggling, pushing.
Questioning, seeking, answering.
Seeing.
Believing.
Processing.
Achieving.
One day I woke up and it seemed as though everything had changed.
It was if the lightning and thunder had calmed. And I was suddenly free to be me.
Would you pour me a cup
In a classic mug
The morning cup
Sweeter than a hug
Are you feeling better now?
If so, tell me how
Tell me how you find it in you, in your mind
To put aside everything you think
And to see what you can find.
See if you can find the good in your heart
Do you remember that smile?
When my words jumped a mile a minute and I didn’t have to think before I said a thing
Do you remember madre?
How every day I would sing the same song?
Don’t you remember?
Control.
Let it go
hold it in
Breathe
Control.
Hit a wall
Scream so loud
Breathe
Control.
Uncontrolable emotions
Cry like mad
You and I are staring out of this window pane..
& I don't know who you are..
I don't know when you came..
or how long you will stay..
so I glance at you from time to time..
Sometimes I feel as though there are more than one me. I’m not as crazy as I sound, trust me. Yes, I know that’s funny. Sometimes it seems as though there are two people living inside of me, both trying to break free and be the dominant one.
I hope you know
I can't sleep in my bed anymore
You took my room away from me
Along with my virginity
All I see is the outline of your face
On my pillows
But I guess,
Who am I ?
Sometimes I'll just stare in the mirror in front
And I'll cry cause that girl I see
Isn't happy, with herself
Growing up, without a care
The world seemed so full of love
I have green eyes
And brown hair
And a half hearted smile that I wear every day
I could be her
That beautiful girl in the magazine
The slender model on the tv
The woman I aspire to be
Why do I choose to speak my mind through the written word?
Well,
You could just as easily ask
Why do you breathe?
I write because my pain,
My humor,
My anger,
And my rapture
There was something in the mirror,
When I looked into it today,
Something else in the mirror,
What it was, I shouldn't say.
I only caught a glimpse of it
As I was passing by,
From time to time I've scribbled rhymes, and written on a wide-ruled page. Praying for inspiration to crash and fall like tidal waves.
In the winter,
I felt something strange
I made angels in my admiration
Expecting it to melt away
And in the Spring,
The flowers began to bloom
My imagination like a bee,
Budding feelings made me see,
