
Ever pluck a daisy
One by one
Each thin light petal
Surrounding a yellow sun
Ever feel bad for no mercy
For watching the petals flee
Falling straight through fingers
Drifting to grass bladed green

Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.

Ever pluck a daisy
One by one
Each thin light petal
Surrounding a yellow sun
Ever feel bad for no mercy
For watching the petals flee
Falling straight through fingers
Drifting to grass bladed green

The connection between us.
The string that’s between me and you.
What is it made of?
And how long can it be stretched before it breaks?

Memories
Spiraling cruel and hurtful
Always turning
Always spinning
Always ending
Right where they began

My library is a market of books
A barrage of words
Lifting off the pages
And entering the mind

For some reason, I’m stuck being kind to you.
My mind won’t form the chaotic words that seethe on the tip of my tongue.
My eyes won’t glare with the hatred that I know I should feel.
And my heart won’t stop beating with rhyming words of love.
Like a spell slipped under my pillow at night…
I….
Hate myself….
… Unconditional love, my curse.

A pause
That’s what I need
But time won’t let me have it
A moment
Is what I starve for
With just me and you
A second
Is what I beg for
To get lost in the emotions
A minute
That’s what I plead for
To forget losing you

Carve me a smile
With the tilt of your eyes
Glistening wetness
Tears rain and glide
Blissfully broken
Your glee starts to seep
Face lost and broken
Sobs turn to weeps

Lost
Broken
In darkness all night
But in darkness there’s power
True strength will rise
You’ll burn like a Phoenix
Soar and blaze all your dreams
You’ll empower your hour
And reach all your means

Some days are just steep in emotions
Some days are just raw
And some days are constellations of micro-stresses forming with no end

The weight of your goodbye lingers. Like gravity it shoves me down into a worthless hole feeling like I may never rise again. Crude, raw, and deafening your words were spoken. A broken lullaby to curse me for life.