Author & Poetically Speaking with ArtThe eyes can’t measure the belly before I ate so why let them deceive my perception in believing, leads to thinking, Knowing comes to me with my eyes close, blinding the pleasure in pure darkness, give me a moment of silence…goddess…guardian of the underworld, outside the gate of heaven and hell, the transition is thin as lids on the windows to my soul, open your eyes but see with you hung l gunt. Feeling it a little more…
When I’m feeling down…
It bothers me
Especially when. Yesterday was great and the day before. Then I realize there was on affection and intimacy in those moments. Majority of my life I believe out of habit I’ve craved to be loved everyday by whom I choose. Not who chooses me. When its not my way. I feel down and I have to check myself. I have to pull myself out of that bad habit that the one you love isn’t the one who’s going to rescue me from my temporary misery. So I pull myself together little by little. I move back into my routine and sooner or later im able to smooth myself out and get back to normal. Today is a good day! I managed to fool myself into the thought that love will rescue me. Only I can rescue me!
I like to align myself with the stars
Dance under a full moon
Read my hearts desires in solitude
Erase the pain
Rejoice in my blessings
Stand positive in the light peaking through the darkness
Have faith like I cant see the future
Hold hands with my circle
As we silently pray
Meditation over an open fire
Burning adversaries
Manifesting greatness, build off the blood sweat and tears of our environment.
We’re made
My mind so quiet. I read you before, I imagined everything perfectly. The painful quiet storm, hits so hard, you’re in shock. You didn’t understand how but you will respect me
Butterfly Soul…
On a flower, half to whole.
Eyes to the answers,
rest in a glance…
Sunlight, blinding love.
Water, growth, be frutiful.
Taste the lust inside out, reproductive.
Drift into it, black hole.
I love the eyes to sunlight.
I am there…
Between the stars and dirt.
The ocens and earth.
Seek value of the butterfly soul…
Soaring sorrow
I’ve been hurt by alot of toxic people because of their trauma 😪. After years of watching, I realized they were just reaching for any light they could get. I was that light. Guess what else…most of those same people follow me to this day and never once apologized or even realize what they did. However I recognize what I did for them.
My light can never be dimmed again. I keep me and I’d never hurt people the way they hurt me. I’m just wired different…my truth might hurt but that’s about it! 💯
In my dark thoughts
You echo
Disturbing the vision
Clouding my journey.
Why are you here,
I often wonder…
Did I deserve it.
All the pain that I feel,
My heart is throbing
Why are here to torcher me?
Is you thinking of me?
How did you get this far into my thoughts
Id never thought you’d have my mind
Is this the fate of me
Allowing pain and unworthiness
Haunt my self worth
Break me down until I cant move
I cant work
Why are you here
Depressing my deep thoughts.
Breaking up my optimism
Shrinking my big heart
I like to take it apart and dissect feelings
but this one, I dont want anything to do with…
I’ve had my fair share of friendships and love. Somehow my friendships are growing into something deeper than I thought. All five men that I fell in love with are currently attempting to rekindle something that there is no coming back from. Being single has made the exploration of such conversations easier to take part in. Im just wondering what went wrong in their life that they are all back. One back to marry me, one back that is married that wants me to be his spiritual husband which is totally weird , and the others are lingering around attempting acts of kindness that they believe will win my heart again. Some time men don’t understand. There is no coming back from where we been. The embarrassing backstories behind these men will be featured in a book called Poetically Loving Me. Not only touching on the bad things but hopefully taking heed to the good things. An attempt to tell men how to love a woman who is head strong and sensitive. How to make sure she caters to you in the same ways you’re attempting to love her. Of course, I’ve made mistakes but there is nothing in any relationship I’ve been in that I’d take back. I gave 100% of me and I can’t say I cheated them from anything. I made sure they grew and gave them the freedom to be themselves and be successful within themselves. The effects come back to huant me now and will be touched in Poetically Loving Me, coming soon!
Author & Poetically Speaking with Art