beauty unfolds
time stands still
my heart opens
beauty unfolds
time stands still
my heart opens
thoughts meandering into nothing
feelings seem overwhelming
I sit and go within to quiet the storm
everything simply is
all I have to do is breathe
and be
words flow out of me like
raindrops pounding on a tin roof
no one to read my beautiful words
But it don’t matter, cause I write to write
I don’t need applause or fame
words pound on me
until they explode in my brain
down to my finger tips
calm before the storm
a heart at peace
even now
the sirens call beckons me
to lull me back to sleep
waking up in the morning
waking up to life
letting my heart awaken to
all that is
i awaken to life
one breath at a time
awaken to what is
present to the gift of today
late at night
my thoughts run like wild beasts
they come and go as they please
without a thought for my well being
the only thing that quiets my wild thoughts
are writing them down like a mad man
beating on my computer keys,
like Kerouac pounding away at his type writer
i am no legend like kerouac,
but i too have insomnia from time to time
expect mine aren’t drug induced
a clear mind, a bit sleepy, but clean
all i need is poetry to get me high on life
* I am challenging myself to write a poem a day for 30 days, if you’d like to take this challenge with me, just reply or message me, so I can follow you and support you in this endeavor by reading your poems and offering support through comments. Poets Unite!!! 🙂
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grace
i don’t always feel like i am in a state of gift.
sometimes life seemed so fucked up,
i want to throw my hands up.
But other days, it feels like a gift to be alive,
and to be able to face challenges with some sort of ease.
may we all find peace, and freedom from suffering.