I’m Awake Again – [Poetry]

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High standards bent my neck,

forcing me to look

at false mirrors;

a blink is all it took.

Then with closed my eyes,

I breathed so deep

my neck relaxed,

insecurities fell asleep.

I’m awake again.

Ghost – [Poetry]

You don’t know this about me,

you flirting, busy bee,

but I’m hurt by the ghost you’ve become.

Haunted for years by shallowness,

not that you are, but I’m so distressed

by the ephemeral fading you’ve done

in my life as a picture, out as a memory.

Back in again, posing so charmingly,

far from my lips, a spectral self-dismissed.

Perhaps your tease is punishing me

for ruining the first date so ignorantly.

No apology could summon that could’ve been kiss.

I’m aching, but not complaining.

Your beauty constant is reigning.

So haunt and prove you don’t need me.

My reflections affirm the needed solitude

before loving with a confident attitude,

and the attentiveness you deserve, busy bee.

So ghost shamelessly, dear.

You deserve the best.

I’m sorry you met me

at my pitiful worst.


More Poetry

Prose of the High Priestess

Blind With My Flesh – Judicium

Distanced

Confidence


Hours – [Poetry]

In hours and increments

I realize your distance

is no longer sentenced

to a timezone away.

For hours I search,

recalling your flirts

fading in the spurt

of my grief and dismay.

Wherever you are, Angel,

I’ll wait again,

for hours upon hours

upon hours still.

In these hours upon hours,

I’m longing.

Sour at myself

for losing

you

in a second…

…then not noticing

for hours.

Forgive me.

Prose of The High Priestess – [Poetry]

Prose of The High Priestess

Close your eyes. Fall. Let her catch you; if she doesn’t, know that there’s no intention to break your trust, but unconsciously keep a better promise through a deep dive into your psyche.

Close your eyes. Listen. Even when your eyes are open, you can feel her screaming in your most vulnerable places; your gut and your heart. Relentlessly, she struggles against your consciousness that is almost convinced to ignore her and instead let outside forces have the final say.

Elemental Magic – Fire – [Poetry]

I just published a prose poem on the fire element. Please read.

Fire introduced himself as the fuel for survival and a slow killer. I thought thinking of his slow burns made my teeth chatter not realizing the cold surrounding was the chill of fear. I admired his trickster ways and wanted to learn from him, while I hid in the cold without knowing why.

When we met, I learned he and I were bipolar. The closer you get, the more you realize our true power. That scares people. Hell, it scared me. I was so afraid, I feared everything I touched when he proudly burned inside me, the purification singeing away the conditioning that convinced me he wasn’t safe. I wasn’t sure if this conditioning was my fault or if my psyche was programmed to never know the word “bravery”, but only saw its definition when he burned brightly in other souls and I obeyed my conditioning to see him as a sin I should never touch.

Read the rest of the poem here…

Be A Fool And Trust – [Poetry]

I needed to share a part of my prose poem “Prose of The Fool” again because… well, remember my earlier post saying that I’m bad at taking my own advice? Yeah. I needed to reread this because I am embarking in something kind of new to me and I’m terrified, but I must trust.

“When new experiences appear, we have the tendency to flood ourselves with expectations of the best, the worst, the fantastic, the horrific, but overall we’re hoping it all leads to a pragmatic ending: let me fall and land on my feet. Right now, you’re flooded with emotions and thoughts trying to keep your head above the high tide of your own soul. Ironically, you fear drowning before you’ve taken your step. Who knows what’s beyond that cliff. An ocean? A puddle? Land? You’ll never know as long as your foot hovers. To move to the new, you must trust.”

Read the whole poem here…

Art Source: The Fool from The Marigold Tarot