Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Charcoal eyes
Ink wet heart
White stretched smile
Stares in the dark
Heartbeat slows
Breathing thins
Soulless window
Let them in
A knock at your door
A tap to your thigh
Let them realize
You will not lie
Trapped for good
Locked in a cage
Your life mimics
The sins that you laid
The rapier struck
Not in stone
But in bone
Through my caged heart
The one that had only beat for you
Words as sharp as needles
Became Excalibur in my chest
A deceit you can’t even pull out
A fable to find anyone that will do
And even if fables were real
And the rapier is pulled
There is still that hole
That is there as my heart beats
The closure of my heart took work.
Many said I shouldn’t do it.
That being numb would be a shame and a sin.
But here I am.
Still able to care. To help. To now see things more clearly.
Like how closing my heart helped me escape you.
I would rather live in perseverance.
Not caged in a false and painful love.
Take me to places I’ve always needed to go
Stand with me against anyone who’s foe
Welcome my heart and understand all my needs
Believe in me, love for me, cherish me, please
Balance me on your heart
The way I’m to balance time in my life
But understand that there are moments to let me go
My mind may be slipping
The way old age takes to nipping
But my craziness isn’t your burden to hold
Horses gallop on my heart
As I walk my way to your door
Nerves tingle in my fingers
Making things I touch singe more
I’m a walking fire lit
Catastrophe on the way
It isn’t until I see your face
That my monsters hide at bay
Take me in your arms
Comfort, to bring my fire down
Shove away the real me
To somewhere she can’t be found
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.
If we expedite our dreams
Past the sorrow
We will never know strength
We will never gain heart
I have a secret if you want it.
It may sound nice to have a soul that is filled with vanity. To love yourself the most of all.
Sounds like a happy existence.
Maybe.
But there are no awards for these selfish hearts in the afterlife.
Just emptiness.
Be a better ghost.
The musk of her words
Brings tears
like rainfall.
A weeping rain.
Heart caged.
Pulling at the bite.
The poetess.
Destroyer of Content.
The Bringer of the Real.
Keeper of the Imprints of Hearts.
When her words fall,
the world aches.
And there is no thing as a better place or time.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 