prob the first poem I wrote to help myself understand what was happening
In this game of simple twists of fate,
I found my-Self while I lost my soul
My-Self, my “I”, found the hole that let the rain in.
My lover, my dear, left under the glare of the morning sun.
I love the world and the people that reside
Yet I find that there are aching pains inside
From love yearning, grieving for the touch of them
Its crazy to find that all is just one,
Just to find that someone can still feel so far
My body feels constricted
a poem like “my head hurts” but maybe more like a first draft
Make connections as if they’re temporary
To people close, feelings of inadequacy
I hurt — I heal but now im home
This and that tugging at me, I dont r know
Mind split// brain leaning sideways
Feeling a pulse behind my eyes as my head aches
Too much thinking, too much avoiding
Attaching to every single fucking thought, it near broke me
separation that followed the pain
My mind painting life as a game
Seeing my heart break and it leaving a hole
I ended up in a place without a way to have my thoughts measured
I know im being overdramatic
Both in the poem and the play that is our life
Yet in the storm of thoughts that forms when we overthink
I think thats its fine to be like that :p
a poem of how i “feel” sometimes :p
while i know my emotions arise to be temporarily felt
as waves collide and fall back onto itself
when emotions pass,
heading back to where they had came
i feel disconnected to what should’ve caused me pain
started with being gripped by heartache
constant stimuli eventually…
Part two of poems about my time I’ve spent reflecting on beaches in Southern California.
the sun, lightly kissed my skin
and the waves of light found its way within.
the rocks, the air, the ocean, all made so clear
vibrant, vivid, and sublime, the unraveling of all fear.
my lower body dissolved into the sand.
my mind in vertigo, like with contraband.
the sounds met one another in seeming disagreement,
as a witness I saw that they had to experience it.
a silence that spoke louder than any speaker,
the ocean, the mother, and the breath of the seeker.
a pervading void where the sounds occupy,
a place where I could find what is I.
this is going to be the first poem of a series i’m writing called sitting on the beach, I think lol. The name will probably change later but oh well.
i can now see it’s all in front of me.
The sand, it’s kaleidoscopes speak to me,
saying that all the specks are in harmony.
The waves, moving like putty,
create a harmonious crash over the sound of nothing.
The body, left for dust in the sand, no longer a necessity.
The mind, just the cover of the endless sky within me
only serving as temporary housing.
The Self, being.