Ode to Nature

I just HAD to write this while enjoying some desperately-needed time in nature that I had this weekend. I hope you enjoy! 🙂

I beheld the day unwind to night,

Witness to the peace between the dwindling light.

Mellow browns and vibrant greens,

Shifting and rustling against the strength of the wind.

Standing before the brink of darkness, a moment of beauty.

I notice the frailty of lavender and peach hued clouds,

Just above the tops of trees, reminiscent of mountains.

I watched the world unfold before me.

Rolling like waves, cresting like the ocean,

The tenderly cared for lawn brims with life both of flora and fauna.

Rabbits come up like dolphins of earth, birds like their kin over water,

Maple leaves and Dogwood petals lift and move like sails,

Carrying not people, but the scents of new life.

I watched the world unfold before me.

A child of the Universe, I closed my eyes to listen.

Speaking to me through the vibrations below my feet

Mother Nature tells a story of her joy and sorrows.

A tear of mixed motions falls down my cheek, swept away by the wind.

I open my eyes to the reality ahead.

And I watched the world unfold before me.

At Night, When the Demons Come Out…

I lie in bed, awake at night,

Broken pieces fall onto the sheets.

Tears streaming, voices screaming,

Taunts and threats of unspeakable acts.

I lie in bed, awake at night,

Words like worthless in my head,

Piercing words cut oh so deep,

Bleeding in my mind in silence.

I lie in bed, awake at night,

Feeling like I’m drowning.

Strong, dark tendrils suffocate my body,

Pulling me into the black abyss.

I lie in bed, awake at night,

Clawing my way out of my own mind,

Each time I fall a little further,

Fearful that I won’t be able to return to the surface again.

I lie in bed, awake at night,

A voice like a lion roar awakens me,

Telling me that I am worth it.

Something inside begins to fight.

I lie in bed, awake at night,

A wounded warrior, an empath.

My purpose is to heal, but not myself.

Tonight I take up arms for me.

I lie in bed, awake at night,

My battle is over for now.

I return to sleep, a welcoming warmth,

Awaiting the return of my demons.

Selling Poetry

Would people be interested in purchasing my poetry? I’m thinking about offering personalized poetry or some sort of poetry-in-art for additional income on the side. Valentine’s Day is coming up, would anyone be interested? If so, what would strike your fancy??

Check out my Facebook Page to message me directly from there if you’re interested!

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A Message to Writers

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When the world seems to crumble down around you, write.

When you feel that all motivation has left you, write.

When you wake up before the sun and you want to go back to sleep, write.

When you are up late and the stars are your only companion, write.

When you are stressed and when you are scared, write.

 

Trapped within your mind are infinite possibilities.

Worlds orbiting stars with life of its own.

Indescribable beauty that will only wither and die if unspoken.

Do not be afraid of your power, your ability.

Do not fear what makes you unique.

 

Write what makes you cringe,

Write what makes you sick to your stomach,

Write characters made from everything you want to be,

Write characters made from everything you are,

Write what makes your heart bleed.

 

You do not have to end every story with happiness,

For not every tale has a happy ending.

Just as in life, good does not always vanquish evil,

Heroes die a valiant death, fighting for what they believe in,

Never to see what they died for, crumble before their eyes.

Break the boundaries set by society and challenge their minds

Break the round hole that they force you to fit in.

Break the bonds of conventional writing and show them something new.

Break the words scrawled across notebooks for years,

Break the sentences, the chapters, break them to their rawest state.

 

But whatever you do, do not let them tell you to stop.

Do not let them tell you that you cannot do it, that it won’t make money.

Take their words and twist them into your stories,

Fight with them in a fantasy world and destroy them.

Just whatever you do, do not stop writing.

Confessions of an Empath

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My single hope is that this post softens the hearts of those who know an Empath. Perhaps, even bolster those who share this confusing gift. I hope you enjoy.

Emotion. Not exclusively human, rather, felt by all. Some suppress it, others allow it to take it’s course. Still, I find myself inhaling it all.

A wave washes me out into the sea of those around me. I am dizzy from the bombardment of the lapping water. Struggling to stay afloat while hearing the trifles of my friends echoing in my ears.

Suddenly, something grabs me. It’s twisted testicles circle up around my legs, tightening every second. I recognize it as familiar. It is, in fact, my own emotions. And immediately, I am drowned. Pulled into the depths of the abyss.

I try to breathe, but even this is hard. And yet, I still lend my heart to those around me. Few who say they are my friends use me then cast me aside. My generousity bleeds with a new wound and my trust dwindles a little less. I can hear their whispers in my head.

“You are nothing,” it says. Then, I hear it on my own lips.

I start to wonder how much more my soul can take. My body aches for the pain of others stronger each day. Genocide, injustice, hatred screams in my head. But that’s not all. My own life only cultivates this feeling of confusion.

Exhaustion overcomes me and I slump to the ground at the shore of my mind. I gasp for air until I can breathe once again. But it is short lived. My own life takes a turn and I am carried out to the sea to fight once again.

Time passes and I realize the gift. I step onto the beach and take in a breath of fresh air. I surround myself with those who do not decay my bones, rather build them up. They are beautiful, scarred souls like mine. It feels kindred.

Each day I take my battered soul and gently lay it before me. Numerous scars from past and present battles covering it. Almost unrecognizable. There are those who may laugh at the sight. Others, may find it grotesque.

But still, a smile stretches across my face. For it is these scars that give me strength. Darkness cannot overtake me, no matter how long I battle. I understand that only those like me, who truly feel the tears of others, can battle such evil.

We are warriors, brothers and sisters. We are given this gift because we are strong, not weak. Our soul mates need us daily, and friends will need us too. Remember, though, take care of yourself first. For without understanding and rejuvenation, we will wither into dust.

Do not see this as a curse. Darkness is not always something to fear. It is part of life and it gives us true appreciation for all that is light. We were chosen, not only to fight the darkness in our own lives, but others as well. And not just by hearing the cries or anger of those around us, but by feeling it stronger than we thought was imaginable.

Take care, my fellow Empaths. Know that you need not walk the path alone.