Tag Archives: think

Sep8

False

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They punish her in their silent ways.

After she has spoken up,

After she is exhausted.

The ones she loves most.

Unapologetically,

Indirectly 

Forgetting.

She is soft to them,

She is weak.

She knows she has been taken advantage of,

Manipulation in their pious suffering

Pulling at her heart.

She bends,

She sways.

To be there when the weight is so heavy

On her.

She moves ever so slowly.

They know

She has yet to speak and then 

It leaves her mind as to why;

She cries.

She cannot be who they think she should be in

Their false strength

And the lights go out.

Sep14

Disconnect

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Do not let them cage you with their words.

Our souls know the true beauty of our hearts

And minds.

Settle into the depths where there are no definitions

And observe that some are merely acting and repeating what they have been told is truth without thinking

While remaining disconnected from their own

Truth;

Their own love.

We are all merely finding our way back

However and whenever;

Immersed in the great design.

Love is light.

Sep9

Glimmer

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I can think of no other;

And even the little hairs on my body rejoice at the thought of you,

Reaching for you

As you come near.

The heat at my center spreads

And the words fail to fall from my lips;

They cannot make the connection from my mind to my heart

Crashing into one another

In the rush to embrace all of you.

All the particles of us disperse

As night and day disappear

Bursting forth at our touch.

Creation.

This glimmer,

A new universe

Beginning.

New elements we become.

Unprecedented.

May9

Think What You Will

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You can think what you will of me

For you do not know me.

And your thoughts do not affect me

Unless i allow them to.

How simple,

Yet how tangled we become in things

Intangible.

And even if you do not listen

I will listen.

And so it goes

And so it is.

And here we are

With little choices every moment

That lead to big choices

In the one moment.

And so it goes

And so it is

And here we are.
Even if we live in the same house

We do not walk in the same shoes.

Nov19

The Clown

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Once a week in elementary school

The art teacher

Would bring her cart into the classroom.

On a particular art lesson

She painted an example of a clown

Smiling. Colorful.

Reds and whites and blues.

In turn we were told to paint our own.

I sat and stared at my paint and paper

 While the other kids started.

I was always so unsure of myself, overthinking.

I looked around at my classmates

Paintings.

They were all copying the art teachers example.

I remember thinking it was strange,

All the same.

So i proceeded to paint

With

Black, blue and gray,

A frowning clown with a dead flower in

His hat.

( looking back now, I laugh))

Mine clashed with the rest. 

And they were all placed on display in the hallway all bright, except one looking quite out of sorts.

A sad sorry clown surrounded

By

Bright and happy ones.

The school contacted my parents and 

Thought perhaps they should seek counseling for me.