Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Who he is.

He is an amazing person, he is selfless, he is loving and until he has nothing left in him, yet can relax as if he was on a vacation....and when I'm with him, every sad feeling or doubt vanishes and I am comforted. He has always made me feel like the most important person in the world, my flaws to him were endearing and when I had an emotional collapse he knew he couldn't help me despite how sweet he was or how much he told me he loved me, it was something I had to endure on my own...

I want him to know how much I appreciate his existence. I love him entirely...I've devoted majority of my writing to him, he inspires me.

Friday, December 14, 2012

I closed all the doors, the windows too...
Closed my eyes, I thought I knew.
The house was cold and I was too...
Didn't realize how much I had missed you.

In the back of my mind, you were always there...
I tried to block my thoughts with distractions..
But that didn't matter..

I sit here thinking about your next visit..
Four months had gone by since the last..
A few months before I cut our communication...
I felt it was right...
And yet I am against it.

I never met to cause you wrong or leave you in the dark,
My humble mind believed you didn't care,

I know that I am in love with you, it's far from ordinary...
I hope that your love for me will be worth more than despair.
I hope that you'll stay.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Forget me not.
Love never lost.
Time went on.
My heart not.

I mustn't forget my ways..
Hold onto my strength and the promise I made.
I hold my heart like a flame, watch it burn my skin.
I can't pass it on to just anyone...
My mind is door is open.
Things have led up to this for a reason...
All the others couldn't the way you do.
I couldn't find you. Are you there?
I love you, always..
I look forward to your presence...reintroduction..
The world has spun me off of it..
I reach my destination unaware of my landing..
Black, dark night surrounds the view...
I crash into the moon.

Covered in dust, I've lost my balance...
The scales have tipped over the crustacean.
I'm welcomed to my new home,
I feel to be extraterrestrial.

The blue glow captures my eye...
In the distance I hear my name being called...
From Earth.

Remember who you are.
Imagine yourself being born...
You've walked a million miles to stand where you are.

Do not grieve for what's been done.
Commemorate your life and the ones you love.

You won't find happiness from anyone.
Accept the person you've become.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

I'm losing the taste of poison,
Fulfilling my mind with a new found vision....
Nourishing my heart with self devotion...
Opening the world to accept what I'll give.

My spirit has woken up.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

I've been impatient my whole life,
It all started, when I was five,
I was guided each step of the way,
Protected from something I couldn't explain,
My intuition was my former faith...from within.
Now that I'm a woman,
I've closed my eyes.
Turned off my pride.
Now that I'm older,
I've done myself wrong,
I betrayed myself.

I woke up today and I know what I am...
When we were kids, we had no idea....That time won't always stand still.
I had some falls and tried to improve...My life for my children that I had to prove...
I confused my mind, overwhelmed with self hate...Lost the faith in myself and turned to other ways...
And here I am with a smile on my face. I don't need to follow what others say.
The universe is all I need to believe. 

I'm beautiful and kind. I'm creative and psychic....I love, I grieve....I'm empathic for all. I'm strong and wise. I can see through peoples eyes. I am sensitive and stubborn, I fear what I see in people. I can see my future. I know what will happen. And because of that, I'm impatient. 

Saturday, December 1, 2012

I have an addictive personality.
I prefer repetition.....
I try something new and it evolves into ambition,
The things that are bad, I can cast them away,
Yet the things that are good turn me into a slave.

The psychosis leads me to believe that it can be okay,
These desires mean well and are how my mind is made,
Thought patterns and dreams continue the same,
Resulting in self improvement into becoming healthy.

If I continue this balance act like I have,
Look down at the net and trust myself,
My addictive personality cannot be a flaw,
Only a guide to my life and how to live it well.