Perception

Preach to the scene,
take a snap,
insurance – ensuring your humanity’s intact,
are you truly at peace – if everything is on screen?
Privacy of the day,
equals – conveying everything to be relayed,
you are not yourself,
you are the puppet – with strings leading into an Insta frame.
A stolen moment,
and you choose to create an opponent,
not within yourself but to those who choose to scroll it.
This happiness is yours,
but you allow to share,
prying eyes,
creates nothing but a moment lasting nowhere

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…I am, who?

Who am I…
to the wind whom gently kisses my neck,
the subtle lover…
that caresses my body,
then whisks away to find another?

Who am I…
to the ocean who runs deep with emotion,
the sadistic lover…
enough to fill my body,
but not allow me to uncover?

Who am I…
to the earth who spawned me for its worth,
the realistic lover…
honest from the beginning,
but with too many skeletons to govern?

Who am I…
to the sun who continues to warm my soul
the attentive lover…
always there when life seems to get dark,
and keeps rising –
to a new day for me to discover?

Emma

Wondering down a forgotten path…
I stumbled upon the perfect moment,
I told the universe I just wanted to hold it,
but I reached down to seize – then stole it.
Taking it with me everywhere I went,
these are the times where I always spent,
this moment, I loved…
took it to be silly,
held it in my arms and called it my daisy…
my little lily.
Together, we forgot the world,
as we laid at night, while everything around us twirled,
the universe caught up with us as we jetted through our love,
told us we now had to part, for our love would block out the sun

Regrets

I watch my voice as it becomes increasingly loud,
I feel my face as I smash it into sound,
I scream and claw with this tongue, hoping to be profound,
but all I have left is the broken promise I once gave you, with a vow.
Pray you never feel the longing of your lover’s voice,
the hurt it caused by your disastrous choice,
I was her church,
she, my steeple,
now all we have left is the power of my egotistical evil.
Our torn down monument,
on top of our shattered hymns,
what it was – I wish – is what I could give,
but this is not the fairy tales from my childhood stories,
these are the mistakes that lead me into an everlasting purgatory

Consumption

My heart is a singular thing,
fortifying its purpose,
consuming all beneath the surface,
discovering if this life is more than just a fling.
No control in what this heart brings,
allowing all hurt between its seems,
great love or great fear,
no control – absorbing all into its fragile sphere.
I take your hurt and make it my own,
the curse of this heart I gladly invoke,
my heart – the bringer,
my mind – following its procedure,
my journey contorted into this sentimental creature

From The Ashes

Mist gathers and is mystically displaced…
amongst trees refusing to be cut down and erased,
moving as silently as the devil,
drowning all in its path – building its hell on an earthly level.
All around me it consumes,
choking with poisonous fumes,
to my knees I fall – accepting this doom,
I burn to ash but in surprise – like a phoenix – new I bloom.
Read between the lines…
and you will find…
the strength inclined…
turning failures into success – in time

Focus

Who is the person from long ago,
full of optimism and ready to grow,
naive to the world and the meaning of hopeless,
unaware of the importance in sharpening one’s focus.
Without such – life becomes distorted and muffled,
becoming just another card lost to the shuffle,
degrees of sacrifice must be undertaken,
joining reality with the identity you’ve awakened.
Now raise the sails,
fight the rising tides,
this is your life,
map the course only you can find