Maybe it is best
left as a mystery,
all the sacred things
you hold dear,
for you to breathe.
Even as you notice
the most sincere
principles of reality–
you condemn all the fake
that screams in your face,
and that knowledge may lead
to even more intricate puzzles,
fluttering down from
somewhere to nowhere,
like lazy words writhing
mystically in the dark.
She is not always methodical in her actions,
she had never, in her strange time on Earth
been so inadvertently hurt,
and it was blithely unexpected.
Continue reading So Many Questions
She was constantly battling tainted thoughts
that were grotesque in the way that their goal
was always to destroy her, bring her down.
Could someone have the ability to see her calm?
To entice it? To think it was graceful and angelic?
She imagined it would be like spotting a rare butterfly
or catching a glimpse of how a waterfall glimmers on a
precise angle of the sun–fleeting, yet a moment to treasure.
Photography: Lanaya @writing.for.the.calm
Love is always a world away.
Either you sell your soul up front
or give it freely for an unattainable need–
regardless, the smiles fade into obscurity.
Your lips may drip or bend, like a
willow tree in a lonesome field,
hoping to hear wisdom in the breeze.
How do you come out unbroken when
indigo shadows carry you far away?
They blind you in your silence
coercing wispy, imposters in your day.
Thoughts invade your imagination,
tickling your quest for peace,
forcing red around your heart
sending up a frantic fleet.
How do you press on when
you cared more than ever before,
the hurt gaining strength and
constantly reminding you
of all you have lost?
Numbing distractions, avoidance,
they are the easy path.
Embrace the pain you’ve earned,
push on, the ache, can’t surely last.
The sheer size
of life cradles us
to the point of defeat.
Are we the child that
asks endless questions
with sincere curiosity?
Or, are we the fish,
content in its universe
oblivious in a lake,
until new limits are set,
new perspective appearing
as real as the hook in its cheek?
If you really magnify
something deemed solid,
you soon discover that,
what seems to be,
are actually loose particles
held together by hope.
is connected to something,
and something reaches into infinity.
So, to suggest that this must end here
is the real absurdity.
Was it still night?
There was no instant
way of knowing this.
Despair tried to sidle
in, cooing, “Look at all
you could have done.”
Continue reading Ruby Embers
My mind is indefinable, like
the wind spoke about the sea.
Shadowed thoughts twitch to a smile,
laughing, as the knife goes in so deep.
Continue reading A Muddled Mind.
Listen to the hum.
The thought of speeding
down a side street
to beat a red light.
The wishing away.
The fear to face the truth.
The thoughts collected in
the blink of a traffic light.
Recognize your true reflections.
Continue reading Red Light Special.
There was a time when checkmate was her future.
Then, she pushed a pawn, he advanced a knight.
They meddled with the squares,
black and white before them,
compounding into a lovely shade of gray.
He predicted her moves well in advance.
He may capture her queen, but she’s a goddess still,
taking his bishop deep within her game,
moving towards the grid that’ll change her name,
that makes her cherish the place they collided,
the end they strive to attain, with her on top,
in his face, in the place, on the board,
where even if he leaves her tied up in a corner,
with no moves, insane, she won just the same.
Justify. Such an apologetic word.
Nonetheless–yes, I’ve used a transition,
to transition to the fact that we are justifiable.
Do you need to see me to know I am smiling?
Of course not. You are more than aware that
your green makes me bloom and let go of any
frequency of fear that may frequent my space.
What is it that you want out of this world?
Go to the zenith of your thoughts and
tell me what you deem momentous.
I need to know what pushes you to feel
alive to the point that it’s near deadly.
Isn’t that how life juts out and meddles with time?
It pushes us to feel like it exists differently, more naive.
And yet, we sit and meander through our thoughts
in order to turn over the real beauty that surrounds us.
I hold still to the belief in love and light,
your eyes more bright and telling than
a crystal or a merciful dawn.
Photo Credit: Lanaya