Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
The random thoughts she felt flitting through her mind, when she was watching the disaster unfold, didn’t relay to her how gaping the hole between herself and reality was becoming, what she was becoming, and how in a few years she wouldn’t remember herself at all.
She had herself dart into the endless bushes of roses feeling each bite of their thorns tear across her skin and tug on her clothes. There was no choice. She had been stuck in the maze of roses for days now. The only thing left for her to do was to try to break through the rose petaled walls.
Lost in my River of Dreams,
warring against the current that propels me in directions I don’t want to go,
I drown in sorrows of failure, but have glorious breath when my face rises.
I hope to reach a time where air is a given
and dreams become the land where I can walk.
May we all reach that land where we can live out our dreams and not be lost in the river forever. Keep fighting, keep rising for breath, and keep against the current that tries to pull you under.
Most times a “dope”
Who sticks to his “dopey” things
Will make everyone out to be “dopes” in the end.
Examples:
*Gamers grow to make world-known games
*Someone who can’t communicate grows to help millions of kids learn to connect
*The class clown becomes a famous comedian
Then there is you. Stick to your passions and follow your dreams.
(Thought after the sad poem, I would write something funny / inspiring thanks to a #vss prompt this morning. The message : Don’t Judge. Not even yourself. Keep being you and keep following your passions because they may be the clearest road to your dreams <3)
When was it that I broke?
When was it when I couldn’t take rejection any longer?
When was it that I closed myself off and wouldn’t let myself feel or be happy?
I remember that carefree self who always reached.
And wanted nothing more than to love.
But now, a distant memory, I stand alone.
Only a comfort to myself.
Parade me books so that I may understand all the pain that the world can hold and all the struggles that suffocate a human life. Don’t let me die naive to the agonies of existence. Don’t let me pass without living each and every way in between the black ink of every story.
My body decides to collaborate with my mind only when it is to achieve my downfall. People say the mind is a powerful thing, but forget the spirit. My spirit will never fail or fall no matter how far stress takes me under. Eat my mind, destroy my body, but I will soar a broken angel.
The ink circulates words like magick making them visible from my hand. The notebook now full, I lift the tome heavy with ink flowing through it word for word like blood flows through me. The volume recognizes a piece of myself transfered letter by letter. I smile at the magick as I tuck it away.
The sunset slept
with a golden hue
blinking the day to dusk.
The moonlight sang
gleaming down on you.
Your skin a kiss of stardust.
Look at all these little ones
Made from me of you
Genetics run deep
Something I know you knew
The gift of the reader
The teller of stories
The passion of makers
They all hold your glory
We are your kinship
Although not worth your day
Your kingdom is here
I protect what you slay
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 