London Fog The feeling I got When I discovered it was tea and milk. Something about Portland And a rainy day feeling. In woods, the forest, The smell of pine. On cobblestone streets Twist your ankle The umbrella moves. You say, “sorry, babe I’ll cover you.” Up ahead, a coffee bar With a bookshop, Muffins, …
I was saying goodbye to the spiders today, but when I looked closer, I only found one of them. I wondered where the other one went, and was surprised that no chills occurred at the idea of a spider on the loose. I also may have overreacted yesterday. Although I still don’t agree with the …
The spiders are my friends now. I couldn’t imagine killing them at this point. Only peace and love to those spiders. In fact, I’ve spent so many days being vegetarian that I might as well just keep doing it. And the full immersion into yoga and meditation makes me feel like this would be a …
Continue reading Instance – Ashram – Emotions are not the Enemy – Day 3
I stand corrected. The big spider that was in the corner of my room is actually two medium-sized spiders entangled together. On the first day, I was too afraid to get close enough to even look at them. That’s the funny thing about fear. It keeps you at such a distance that you’re not able …
I do live with your highness, your royal, the great, but I do have thoughts of my own. I’m quite tired of itching when things go poorly, but at times, I am calm at home. I don’t read books, I only watch movies, but that’s because I like to be alone. If I gave it …
Thank you for giving methe strength to hold myself togetherwith passion and grace-taking risks,pushing myself to be the best I can be,in accepting the things I cannot changewhile taking ownershipof the things that are within my control.Thank you for giving methe will to be authentically myself,to pursue the things that bring me joywhile potentially improving …
Of all the men in this world, With whom I harbor my disdain, For their violence and hate, Half the population, Just a bit more tender than they. Injustice trails them, With the strength of a man, Cowering in the name of mental health, Or not cower at the least,And impose power over the other.But …
Grieving my mindSeeing the lines,Created, by design, I read in between them,Nowhere elseI can take it - Connections, in time. Every strand, accounted for.Every breath, Counting down the rest, Life is a sentence, But here I go, Singing it - It makes it easier To digest, My colon can't take stress, The kitchen's too hot, …
'Instance! It's been a while!' Instance was my dear old friend, I used to write them, day and day again, But I've been working tirelessly, On and on, I try, It's me. Once, I wrote that I felt as though the dark of night lay cast its shadow over me. I know now, somehow, someway, …
In every interaction Is a kernel of your truth To converse is to find each one Until you know you
I have just as much of a right To walk the streets at night And not fear the potential of death, Or random acts of violence Which come with being alive. And I have just as much of a rightTo speak up for my rights Fear not the risk of retaliation Nor the salvation Which …
The starting point - a perfect reflection To be:- borne of but simple drops, only to be shaped by the artist’s direction of choosing.- burdened by the knowing that our mirror image holds depths of wisdom we seem to be losing.- resting our fate in the hands of a rogue artist carrying the instruments of …
Should there be a flood, What you shall do is turn it to steam. Then, you must harvest it, rid it of its poisons, and drink it well going forward.
They tell me that: I have no curves, and my breasts are too flat. My belly’s too full, and my arms are too fat. That I am not thin, yet my body lacks substance. I don’t fit into the style they’re accustomed. Watercolor Marker This poem is meant to empower women and convey that beauty …
Is it a result of my own actions, the consequences of which remain unbeknownst to me that I live in this quintessentiality? My luck, not to be reckoned with - For it continues to beckon my patience - Its tolerance degenerating, and my threshold for it is shaken, as I persist through this reality. In …
This morning, I awoke from a light slumber, having had a dream that felt as real as you and I; more significant than anything one could learn at school or hear at church - more consequential than any spoken or unspoken laws in the book.I tell this story through the voice and eyes of the …
As he fell from a great distance, he waited for the other shoe to drop - just like the movie, Holes, which he loved to watch when he was younger. And it did, except this was not a children’s book nor movie. This was his life - And the shoe was metaphorical, but it dropped …
Circling the drain,I’m wide awakeIn my sleep. I feel the love of pain,In our words,As we speak. I feel it building now,This urge we cannot tame. I hear her speaking now,“The love we never made In our heartsTo forgetThe truthWe never gave To the partsWe regretAnd hold ontoThe same It’s never leaving us,The wounds we …
All around me All I hear is silence. It is deafening- Except, still, I can feel the sound of my breathAlong with the beating of my chest. I can make out the sensations Of my eyes’ movements Underneath my eyelids - A new awareness I wouldn’t have otherwise had - Had I not been in …
Doesn’t it feel as though, every seven days, time resets, in a way? One might even feel a similar jolt of energy at the start of each day - as we are granted the ability to re-create one’s self after a good night’s rest -Though the nights, not countless -Because - By its nature, a …
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