Taste and Breathe Who I Am
Taste my soul
rolling on your soft tongue.
Instinctively know
who I am.
Inhale my creative rush,
savor thought pearls,
swallow my essence.
Discover diamond drops
of memory, enhanced
by ginger tang sparkles,
residing under my skin,
drawing us together
to relish our unspoken words
residing under our skin,
silver syllables dangling
from mind baubles,
escalating talents
of inherent instinct,
shimmering surface
radiating to senses.
Look into my eyes
taste and breathe
who I am.
#Challenge #WhoIAm #TasteMySoul
The Red Sea
I look out to where the sea and sky collide at the horizon. It saves the guy drowning in the waves behind my eyelids. The salt burns. He tried to climb an overturned vessel. I guess that's why it's called the Red Sea. Back at the peaceful shore I’m unsure if I even have a purpose. That’s when I see a body float to the surface. I jump into action not believing what I see. Then I overturn the body and recognize it’s me.
Passing Through
Just a soul
passing through
this stage of eternity
fraught with lessons
disguised as pain
fleeting failure
a path uneven
with potholes
and steep cliffs
rainforests and deserts
filled with too little
too much.
I, the soul
just passing through
there to bring a my unique touch
just for that one moment in time.
I am...
a dancer
a dreamer
a world-maker
a hoper
an optimist
but at the same time
a wreck
a mess
a downer
a destroyer
a killer
a paradox
hopeful but pessimistic
kind but rude
smart but dumb
beautiful but ugly
good but evil
awesome but horrible
talkative but silent
loved but hated
Who am I?
I am a being
I live and I breathe
I walk and I talk
but really,
I am a soul that is lost and afraid
I am dangling by a thread
On a needle that is broken.
I am a being
I eat and I sleep
I move and I prove
but really,
I am the darkness that devours
I am the heartbreak that hurts
On a lonely Friday night.
Qui suis je?
Who am I?
A mortal being...
With a wanderin’ soul.
Who am I?
Music adorer...
A soul that lives for art.
Who am I?
Another human/person
Needing to explore.
I am-
But only a small part...
Of this wide grand universe.
I am-
Moving here right now...
Living, & still breathing.
#TheSelf
#Quisuisje?
Seeking True North—
I'm a Compass tossed
from Someone's satchel
Vaulting violently
across the terrain—
The needle flying
in every which way
I can't see this face
just its reflections —
in moments of false
suspended backward
slow animation—
doomed to never know
my direction nor
my destination—
But through valleys as
I pass— might I help
someone find their path?
#WhoAreYouWithoutNameJobOrThingsYouDo
Wine and words...
Powdery chalk of various colors
mingle with ink of vivd chroma
that drip the same sanguine
hues against the page
brisk air fills lungs as steps
to nowhere accumulate
to impossible numbers
as sweat pours from pores
I am the mirror to voices
for eyes that do not hear
I am the sponge for your
briny emotions
I am the heart that has
quivered at your touch
and the hands that have
caressed your soul
Stay with me a while
at this swing on the porch
and let me feel your warmth
as we settle in for wine
and words...
A Survivor
Hello, I am a human person with goals and dreams.
I am a wondering mind, with songs to sing.
I am a breathing organ with questions and thoughts.
I am a distorted body of functioning sorts.
I can do things that people don't expect.
I can help someone, that has been through neglect.
I can make a plant grow from a simple seed.
I can build a house for someone in need.
I can start an engine that hasn't started in days.
I can show you how to love in so many ways.
I can bring a tear to a wind drafted eye.
I can kiss you hello, and hug you goodbye.
These things don't make me weird in no way.
These things make me a survivor, and I'm here to stay.
The blue caterpillar
"Who are you" he breathed through hookah smoke, pressed from his blue catarpillar lungs. I wondered. I wondered as the smoke surrounded my person and I became nothing but a cloud. I wondered as I lifted off the ground and I wondered as I awoke the next morning in my bed. Who am I? Who am I?
Well don't you worry my caterpillar man, because I finally found my answer. I am nobody. I am nobody, for when my teacher asked me in first grade what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered that I did not know. I am nodody, for when I reached highschool and my teachers asked me what university I wanted to go to, I answered that I did not know. I am nobody, for when a boy told me he liked me and asked me why I thought he did, I answered that I did not know. I am nobody, because I do not know. I do know myself and I never did, although I always claimed to. I lived my life following the system and the rules without ever knowing why and when I failed a test in school I cried becuase the other children cried and when I saw a spider running across the floor, I scram because the other children scram. I am shell. I am a vessel. But my shell is empty, my vessel uninhabited and my soul is crumbled up in a corner, like child hiding from the thunder. I am nobody, for I never allowed myself to be somebody. My whole life I have been shy, reserved and proper, never knowing why I did it, or for who. I am nobody but now when my teacher asks me what I want to be when I grow up, I can smile and say "somebody"