Exerted

All effort exerted.
Drained.
Time to
Recharge.

Disappear.
For a while.
My soul will be rejuvenatedonated.

Goodbye.
For now.

Gasp

And when the wind is still,
I gasp for air.
Drowning.
In my own, tomorrow.

Music

Stolen -Julie Moffitt
I’m tossing in my sleep trying to
shut him out of fever dreams
it’s only been a week – a half-hearted
fantasy, wondering what he sees in me

in our separate space we are idols from a higher place
the beautiful ones that everyone wants
and I’d be happy to adore him from a distance
but knowing he adores me from a distance makes this

hard, and it’s slow
longing for just one more moment, knowing that he has to go
and it’s false, and it’s weak
nothing to be said now, but in our silence, we’re both aching to speak

this emotion, frustrated confusion
is it all an illusion and will I wake up to a harsh and empty space
his devotion lies in someone else’s arms
and I am just an outsider trying to save face

and it’s hard, and it’s slow
wanting to be all he wants, knowing that’s not how this goes
and it’s false, and it’s weak
nothing to be said now, but in our silence, we’re both aching to speak

and I’m stronger than this, I’ve been through this before
but what’s one more lesson when the stolen moments are worth living for?

and it’s hard, and it’s slow
longing for just one more moment, knowing he has somewhere to go
and it’s false, and I’m so weak
there’s nothing to be said now, but in our silence, we’re both aching to speak

Breathe because...

Life is meant to be constantly changing. We grow, we learn, we inquire. When we learn to spread our wings, we quickly fall in love with the feeling of wind beneath them. We realize that life is so much more than the tree top we've been stuck in. There are blue skies kissed with marshmallow clouds. There are dancing rivers through meadows. The sunset and the sunrise never look the same, as they are painted by the universe uniquely each day. The stars become brighter, sunshine feels warmer, and you can hear music in the wind.
You learn to dance barefoot around fires, howl with the beasts of the night, and swim with the creatures of the sea. You slowly feel each particle of your being becoming more and more  alive.
Live freely, fall in love with the journey, and allow your soul to become whole*

Music Speaks

Endless highway,
The sunset in my rearview
All beings slightly stirring.

Spring near breaking,
Yet the coldest wind has yet to come.
Windows cracked to feel the harsh, crisp breeze kiss my blushing cheeks.

Song
After
Song

How does the universe pull our heart strings in such symbolically beautiful ways?
Sometimes beauty is pain.

I crave it at times.
Just to feel a glimpse of a memory.
A moment.

I cherish those moments I cannot grasp.
Tears smear my makeup
Yet, a soft smile is painted on my face.

Disposable

It's a tug of war I play,

Internally.

You judge, tear it apart, but it'seems like I can't control my demons.

I wish you could,

For the smallest moment realize how I feel.

Acknowledge that my feelings are valid,

Real.

But instead you, the jester of mind games begins a match.

Instead of listening to truly understand.

You make me Dance to the beat of your drum,

I trip,

You laugh.

I hurt,

You lash

Out like I'm disposable, 

Trash.

But still I'm here,

Clinging onto past years,

The ego much smaller then than now.

Hours ahead are countless. 

Distressed,

I self medicate.

Because that's all I've ever known. 

Astral

Practicing,
Learning,
Astral Projection,
Astral Sex.
Be open to it.
Let's get lost in an intimate astral plane.

Burning Beautiful Bridges

Fire dancing, as we dance around her.
Chants made, barefeet
Losing ourselves in the rhythm  of the drum.
Feel the bass in our souls,
As smoke rises and clears.

Free flowing post battle celebration,
Cracking my moral code.
Build a fire and let it burn the world around us.
May the Lord forgive my weary hands,
Evil rushes through my fingertips,
While my body unleashes, and is free.

Our hands red with blood,
Smiles grace our faces.
Those who surround us see no sign of guilt.
So here we are dancing.
Heat radiating,
Inhaling the smell of the burning wood.

Soles of our feet dirty,
Warm,
Our bodies begin to bead sweat.
Unhinging,
Movement frees us.

We are held dearly by the Universe.
Mesmerized by the flames in front of us.
Burning Beautiful Bridges.