When You Smile. {poetry}
My bloodstream is full of your smile,
Like Ichor in god’s veins.
It pumps into my heart to bring life to every corner of my body.
Browsing Tag:
beauty
Engulfed In The Beauty Of Becoming.
No one would know a tree had in it the secret power of becoming, this arduous task to burst into grace. No one questioned its tumultuous process of arriving, regal garlands growing in its hair. No one would think months ago a tree would be born anew. But this season has always come. There is a ...
Let Your Wants Be Your Magic Wand For Positive Transformation.
If we're not in touch with the authentic wants of the heart, when they are brutally cut off while we are but saplings searching for our way to the natural element of the sunlight, we're left with this void and a sense of urgency to make decisions. Then we hurry up to fill the void, and make a ...
Honor The Beauty Of Love.
Just because your relationship has ended, it doesn't mean you have lost or wasted time. Just because you experience a break-up, it doesn't mean that you have to feel bitter or angry. If you have spent time avoiding relationships with others, please know that you are worthy of love and belonging.
A Holy Rhythm. {poetry}
To age he finally cries
Cruelly, he limps atop time, crippled only in the throes of its touch
Fighting and fleeing the throngs that have descended into its cold and callused crypt
Under The Dream Tree. {poetry}
My favorite work of art,
is you in my embrace,
Is us, together, in this ecstatic form, under the Dream Tree
How Meditating On My Death Changed My Life.
I kept seeing my life from a backwards perspective, one of being at the end of my days and looking at the line of my life. Was it of value? Was I of value? Did the people I love know that I loved them? Did I spend enough time with them, showing them that love? Did I contribute anything to the ...
Love Letters: A Poem In 11 Parts. {prose poetry}
We were sitting in the student union, on those wood benches, heads bent over paper napkins with pictures drawn in dark pencil. Your hair was longer than mine, and my learned defiance was large as continents. And there were symbols sketched, that would become ink branded forever on skin, that ...
Eulogy To The Past. {poetry}
She is here now,
waiting for you, to set you free
from chains you have bound yourself with.
Let’s Stop Limiting Our Self-Worth Based On Societal Projections.
No one can convince me that a woman doesn’t become even more beautiful, talented, successful, strong, happy, fulfilled and centered the older she gets. People will try to tell you differently, but I strongly believe that statistics are only important if you’re interested in becoming one of them.