Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Monday, May 16, 2016
You're my definition of closing my eyes, inhaling deep, ... Then my lungs releasing bullshit and instantly filling with peace.
You're my peace. My peace of mind.
This struggle to find silence in the world's loudness is beyond ridiculous until my presence was blessed with your being and your grasp of me. Accepting. Your desire to learn me is incredibly refreshing. I beg of you, please dont stop me from drowning.
I wish I knew how to paint the colors of you. Place you appropriately in my rainbow where your smile effortlessly defines the smile lines I can't keep from surfacing, I struggle to hide --- to put it simply, you amplify my everyday life.
You encourage my storm.
This majestic energy circling you reminds me to embrace the newly introduced parts of who ...I am.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
I shared my Me with a new being last night.
Compelled by the words that danced on his lips- effortlessly creating a craved for, sought after bliss- a dreamed up reality.
Not totally, but definitely, he scolded me for looking back.
Stacked so perfectly, behind me, I've organized all the bullshit and lies so that my backwards motion digging for pain to sulk in... Its quick and easy to find.
My addiction. My old me.
" hello you,... Back so soon?"
Saturday, November 28, 2015
We describe self the way we've been taught.
Don't ask questions.
Don't think. Smile pretty.
Silently. Just nod.
... in acceptance.
Pretending to understand what's obviously misunderstood.
Not me. But I'd be lying if I said that didn't use to be me.
Movements made only to see those around me I craved to be pleased weren't.
Fuck it. Close eyes. In... Ex... Clear mind.
Joce, baby, focus.
Which is hard to do when lies have been the core of the individual you were taught to identify.
Please, my love, just fly.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
In fact, my apple isn't an apple at all....only mistaken as one. Slowly, with each rotation of our Earth, my apple hides more of it's identity as it grows... but constantly sharing its sweetness,
What peaks my curiosity is not the actual hidden identity of this fruit but rather, how it remains so sweet? Never bitter. How its still bearing and not been inhaled fully by the world's hunger. This majestic fruit-- constantly growing. Unidentified, but known,
Happiness petrifies me. Not enough to keep me from being....but enough to where I find difficulty to bask in it. The feeling of euphoria--naturally-- is intimidating beyond belief. The falseness of fear creating a reality for me to believe that things are too good to be true. Oh the fuckery. This river I've formed from the tears of my confessions is only given life--given the energy to flow when I begin to second guess myself. Swimming in it isn't pleasant. In truth, the current sometimes becomes too strong to just sit with my feet in it. My Garden of Eden wasn't grown with it---so as quickly as it appeared, I know it can disappear. No? Falsified fear can die. No? My tree of life grows strong... deeply rooted. & until this river no longer flows--- until it dries up, I'll sit on my life's highest branch. Chest to the sky, Sun giving me life. Basking in my sweet happiness.
Thursday, December 18, 2014