the place

 

road_dreamin my heart
there is a place
that dreams
i hold it there
so tightly
i never waver—
in the times
i feel weak
i cling to it
i cling to the place
where my dreams
still
have life
i inhale,
breathe that place deep
into my lungs
i let it permeate my every pore
swell heavy in my spirit
bring joy into my heavy heart
thump
thump
pulse
pulse
surging
spirit, soul, collide
my dream comes alive once more

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“Soar”

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After much wandering,

I stopped briefly and looked up.

I realized I had not done that in quite some time.

The “looking up.”

Instead- I wandered aimlessly, always searching,

and

the search was

fruitless. void. insignificant,

and at times, damaging.

I digress.

In that moment, above it all-

I caught sight of the most beautiful vision

Midflight- a creature spread its wide, strong wings

Beak high in the air, soaring above, below and between

All the while-

Wandering with intention, with fierce and bold courage

“This is me world”- she mused. “Look at my bad ass wings.

I soar high as shit. You can’t touch this.”

I’m never gonna wander without purpose.

Never gonna not stop to look up and look around and see all the beauty that surrounds me,

I’m never not gonna be like this bird. I’m a badass too, and I’m gonna soar bitches.

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“Pennies in the water”

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Under the booth
I tried to squeeze past your
Disregard
Tears fell too often
Mascara slid
down cheeks
that were innocent and naïve
Much too kind
Much too damaged
Your eyes were never for me
Your heart never unselfish
Mine was lost
Mine was burdened
Pennies in the water
Wishes were made
Yet still, you were not the one for me

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“Dancer”

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The dancer
She’s sort of a gypsy
Sometimes I watch her
Move
Underneath the moonlight
She has this sort of
Gentle sway
And it
Hypnotizes me
I want to be her
Because
She is free
– July 2014

 

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