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Memories

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Life went by so quickly that it was impossible to keep track of all the things I had lost in the way. So many smiles I would never see again. So many roads I might never walk again. The old cassettes we thought were worthy to save and collect.

Life went by so quickly that it was impossible to keep track of all the things I had lost in the way. Like the way the bustling video shops closed down without any of us noticing. Like the way we could only reminisce now of how patient we used to be with lagging video games and weekly episodic melodramatic TV series.

Life went by and we evolved, grew and became the people we thought we would never. The veneer of innocence was lost someday and we never went back and searched for it.

Life went by and we lost things we never considered precious. But, now, some nights, they come back only to haunt. I am growing too fast. I am vanishing all too soon. If I had another chance, I would try to hold them tighter, but, then, I remember, sand sips out of anything that is broken, once. It’s done.

Through the Years

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When looking back to all these years, I felt like I was treading through treacle. I have laughed, smiled, cried and winced as I tripped down memory lane. I felt like I was standing in a large cine theater watching someone else’ life, yet, it was mine. What have I learned throughout this lengthy process? I have learned that I finally like me just as I am. You see as I flipped through the photos of my life I saw I had never been to me I was only a shadow of the woman I am created to be. I also saw over recent years I have filled the hurt and voids with so many unnecessary things, which left me constantly feeling overwhelmed. As I let go, the tears may have flowed but a simple truth remained the things most precious to me are not mere things but my family and friendships and these cannot be stored or collected but require daily connection and appreciation. The clutter will never replace our basic human need to be valued and appreciated and share the love we came to earth with. I feel much lighter and more focused on loving those I am blessed to have in my life.

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Is Ignorance a bliss?

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“Ignorance is bliss.” I realize Thomas Gray’s famous quote is often misconstrued, however, I think interpreting it in this way is equally important as the original. When staying up late and obsessing over the incredible amount of problems the world faces and has been facing for centuries. Website after website, book after book. Sometimes I find answers but most of the time I don’t. This tends to make me extremely upset, which in turn leads to even more reading and researching. I get sad over things that will never affect me. I want to help find solutions to all of these issues, but I couldn’t possibly do that in the short amount of time I have on earth. In this way, my constant thirst for knowledge is really damaging to my mental health. I can’t say I wish I was ignorant to everything I have learned, but there is definitely comfort in not knowing. It’s much easier to be happy when you turn a blind eye to the suffering, corruption, poverty and other problems in the world. In my own words I would say that knowledge isn’t always power, and it sure as hell won’t help you sleep at night either.

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The Undefined Me

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I can be light, I can be dark

I can be a diamond, I can be a coal

I can be a sunflower, I can be a snowflake

I can be silk, I can be sand

I can be a fortress, I can be a ruin

What am I?

A masterpiece in the making

 

When I Am Gone

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When my soul leaves my body and this life sets me free,
deep in the forest is where I will be.

Take up my ashes and go grab some seed,
make it some seed from a large apple tree.

Find you a spot where the sun hits the ground,
dig a small hole and there lay me down.

Cover me up right there with a seed,
let’s see if together we can’t grow a tree.

Regardless or not if a tree ever grows,
I’m deep in the forest where I wanted to go.

You carried me there and then set me free.
To tell you the truth that’s heaven to me,
deep in the forest among all the trees.
Carried by people I loved and loved me.

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Why I write (Poem)

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I write to cope
I don’t choose to write my poems
poems choose me
it’s my get away time
it’s my soul’s language
My passion & how I manage
I reach out to others with my pen
for healing, releasing, awakening & even revenge
poems gives me a voice when I feel stifled
& give me hope for love delightful
I share the beauty my heart sees
all the passion, desire I need
my poems are a journey of discovery
a plethora of ideas come into being
a privilege to share as we lift our eyes seeing
poems gently landing in soft rhyme
hectic writing of stunning wonder time after time
my pleasure
my rapture
my life

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Nocturnal

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Have you ever felt
Not at one with the day?
That the sun is monotony
And blue skies ever grey?

The sun on its pedestal
Has no warmth in its aura,
Making banshees of us
And defacing the flora.

But as the yellow orb sets
Sacrificing its light,
A portal is opened
For the realm of the night.

The pale-faced moon,
Outshining its brother,
Infuses an aura
Unlike any other.

In the sapphire void
The stars come to dance.
The brightest are seen
By gazing askance.

In the deafening silence
The world is alive.
The night and myself
Are like bees to the hive.

I feel I am free;
For these hours I am Queen.
My kingdom by day
Is shadow and unseen.

I call me nocturnal
And the night be my realm;
A silent dark ship
With myself at the helm.

Tonight the moon
Is a radiant sight.
What wonders by day
Could compare to the night?

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