February 18, 2017
Away,From you,
You are still with me
Always a piece
Keeps me
Striving to be
A better me
Piece–a memory
keeps me awake
Unwilling to settle for less
Than tomorrow
And judgment-free, me
I neither hear,
Nor see you,
But knowing you are
You were,
You were even possible
To be
Keeps me in motion
Balancing,
Wiser as me,
I thank you,
From my crescent top,
Back and forth,
Up and down
And still I rise,
Out of sight,
Even still
Your memory
Reminds me
Of the proven possibility
Of peace
within me.
Tag: Mind
Disappearing
July 31, 2017
Fear in insanity
Made her make precautionary paths
Then erase footsteps behind her
Made her fear
Plots in every thing
Worst intentions everywhere
Her disappearing act
Complete
She bleached herself
From existence
No tracks left
To realize
Everything she feared
Was internal
And was eating her alive
Trying to understand what went wrong
She finds rare forgotten pieces of herself now
Stuffing
January 2017
Memories dig deep inside
Pieces we buried
Always remain
Shuffle
Them enough
We will see
Them eventually
And once
We recognize
They will always
Keep coming
Back Up and up
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As Peace
July 25, 2017
Acknowledging the things
one might ache for
or ward against,
detaching enough
to see that want
and, or aversion
was destroying any chance
at tranquility,
realizing acceptance,
when it delicately settles
on the apex between extremes,
as peace
Audience
July 21, 2017
We scream,
Into a computer screen
our hopes,
our fears,
wishes,
dreams
The vanity!
We crave,
An audience
To validate the self
Remind us
of our own existence
And so,
on we scream
Aged Ink
July 17, 2017
Aged ink
Paints a portrait
Of youthful naivety
Ink now illustrates
How I have aged


