Ink

Buzzing
Two places at once.
Ink
Surrounding me in more ways than one.
1930's music dances through the air-
New found obsession.

Cool breeze, high ceilings.
Open spaces- in more ways than one.

It's almost lulling- Peace restored.
Itching, to get another, to be another, to see another
To hear another.
Ink, spilling onto these pages, and onto a loved one's skin.

Moderation- a word I've never known,
Balance- a word I crave, and seem to manage immensely.
A story, written in so many ways.

A smile, a joyful heart- a peaceful feeling in the
Anxiety of caution.

Blessed- that distance and connection
are graciously sprinkled throughout my life.

Misconnected

How is it that an itch
Can be so right?
Coming to terms that it is not just a feeling,
But a fact.
Connections to others so strong,
You feel a stabbing pain in your gut.
Brutal.
Something happened,
What? I am unsure... But this pain in my gut is physically torturing my already fragile body.
To scratch the itch.
Do we act on pain, languages of pain with concoctions of love?
Of lust.
I close my eyes and inhale.
It's as if I am breathing in unison with another- another so foreign , yet so sweetly familiar.

Did it ever even happen? Are we living but a dream?
Connect with me through the stars and the moon, when I sob at night do you taste my tears? When I beam in the sun, do you smile with me?

But this is all just a reminder that I am disconnected.
Misconnected.

Disconnected

Disconnected,
Distraught- in a world so glued together,
Forcefully.
Free spirit,
Dancing in the foreign tides of
Familiarity.
Forever daunting,
Demons in her delicate, formidable soul.
Fearing structure- while craving it
Dealing finely with her reach to the stars.

Disconnected.

Ana Delicacy

She was delicately sick, and they knew it- but all they did was whisper.

Rooftop Creations Part 1

Connecting with the Stars
Is something that
Will become of
Tonight
On a rooftop near me, as the sky screams with peace.
Depths of silence will encompass me,
Will whispers of light , shine down from the stars and moon.
Mother Earth holds me with a breeze.
And from there I will create.

Perfect Harmony

Crawling out of our skin,
Why do we allow individuals to hinder our happiness.
Everybody does it,
Except the Divine.
Choking on the smothering words of hate filled hearts,
once lust filled..
Once love filled.

Who is to say what happiness is... or where she lies.
Maybe she lies alone, one with nature,
I think then the world would be in perfect harmony.

Embraced

Whispers dance through my dizzy thoughts
Dilusionally content in the peace of it all,
But sometimes I wish I could live several stories...
To see how each would end.
Maybe we do
I mean, we dance, we sing, we have déjà vu
Mais je te pense beaucoup.
Could déjà vu be our life on repeat, just different sceneraios?
A beautifully wise girl once told me that love is scary, that I shouldn't be afraid to love
But let's be honest... Love is the the biggest risk any soul could take.


So as I meditate tonight,
The release of energy will be real and cleansing.
But memories shall not be cleansed. Memories should be cherished in the most beautiful of ways.
I live with no regrets.
My shadows , although dark, are comforting Since they've all graced light and serenity.

I embrace the love I have in my heart
For each soul I've loved.