now butterfly
to be free
to hold my own life
in my own hands
to be free
to release the stagnant possibilities
and embrace the progressing unknown
to be free
to be able to breathe
as my mind unlocks its cages
and my spirit bursts from its cocoon
to be free...
(am i finally free?)
Calm
disorientation and calculation
my breath catches in yours
as you linger in the alcoves
of my body
and etch those eyes
—those sky Blue, endless blue, eyes—
into the earthy state of mine
as I am reminded of why
breaths need't be held
but let go
as we breathe into each other's
forgotten paradise.
A Days Break—extended
Anxiety attacks have become the martyr of my story
stabbing away at my sanity
clinging to my skeletons
ripping up my clarity.
But I am trying
trying to train my own hands
not to shake
but to be brave and clench the desire that lingers in my heart and
hums throughout my soul.
I am trying
to face the pain that demands my attention
as it taunts my life
with every waking moment.
I am trying...
to let go,
to breath,
to control the uncontrollable by seizing its control over me.
You will not forget our passion~it’s the afterimage of the sun
bubbling into flames
scorching the sky,
we forget our names
in waves of treasure,
but leave behind the traces of who we are.
Ignorance is bliss
Slipping into the silence
she gazes on
taping her eyes open
to witness her world
c r u m b l e
so she can feel the pain
feel the agony of all she has done
and feel their cries as she cowers in her dark dark darker corner.
Her eyes burn
forced open to the toxic air
forced to sting like bleach eating away to her brain
forced to feel like dirty claws gripping at her tender flesh because she is dirty
she is nothing but a monster with so much blood on her hands.
The tears try and form but shy away
afraid of being consumed by the void around her,
so her eyes dry out like her will to fight.
but it's too much for her
too much to see
too much to bare
too much too much too much
so she blinks
and just like that the tears wash away the sheen of negativity
and allow her to see the beauty
of a lovers smile
and a mother's embrace
to see that their pain is not all they are
to see and not to see.
To know it's okay
to take a break from a one-sided reality.
The Taurus and The Virgo
And when our stars collided
it was like fireworks
and our ashes rained down
the stardust burying into the barren soil
giving life to two blossoming flowers
the daisy and the aster.
(and they ran wild like the land and the sky was theirs to traverse)
Firefull
/ˈfī(ə)r//fo͝ol/
the feeling one gets when their emotions brew beneath their skin yet they stand proudly and boldly, unfazed and cold, while a fire stirs deep inside their veins, threatening to grace their fingers and light the world on fire. It’s dangerously powerful due to the relaxed nature of the bearer as they are in complete control, even if they feel as though the fire is consuming their insides, but in reality their soul is sparking to life triggered by the imbalance and unease the individual feels around them.
Deaths Grasp on the Human Brain
orange fades along the green
of whispered broken memories
i wander and wonder of how
pink stardust loses it’s luster so fast
heal to heal
eyelids to cheek
when was there a time not spoken in misery melodies?
blue touches my shoulders
grazing it’s cold teeth along my barren skin
grazing it's claws down
down to my heart
“do you remember me, old friend?”