Tag: spiritual
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Unpublished shit
How you shatter through me Like the conversation piece Spoken of but not to How you believe I fade into The shadows of neglect Yet I shimmer violently Without meaning to And I have half a mind to ask for pardon… How these bruised knuckles Have hardened Into the softener of calloused hearts I weep…
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Petals + Leaves
Hugs — To embrace space is to hug infinity What they don’t tell you about the expansion journey…They say that you can’t take items with you and that some people won’t be able to join you in where you’re going. What they fail to inform you is that some of those people includes all of…
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Shimmering Lender
Light shimmered on the Things I have shadowed… How can there be suchGlimmering, Glinting off of Hallowed gallows? Heavy hangs the head Whose mind Is light.Do I swallow regret Or Do I follow the trail Of Sorrows?Begging the Creator As if a “Lender” For tomorrow? From whom am I borrowing?
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My Turn
So I kept scouring,Seeking out beauty capableOf placating the gentleHum of pain inside. When the loopsOf nooses beganTo resemble acrobaticHoops,I laughed in Pain’s face. It was finally my turnTo tell her,“Don’t take it so seriously.”
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Transmuted ambiguity into blossoms that Smell better than abandonment.
And that’s okay baby,You’re on your path.You’re not ready to be seenWhile I’m ready to be felt. When riptides collide with undercurrentsThundering like torrential mercenaries…Nothing on you…However, this heart is not availableFor target practice. I’d rather be at peace with myselfVersus at war with the world.Than to be at peace with the worldAnd at war…
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Get Well Soon • Art: @ccireland_art
I know you won’t see this letter because you’re off somewhere trying to get better… I hope you know you haven’t faded behind your demons’ shadows and that someone unconditionally loves you. I heard our song today, and was stung by jagged memories poisoned with nostalgia, I could taste your name in the corner of…
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Why Would I?
The sea does not apologize for its depth. The mountains do not seek forgiveness for taking up space. And the sun does not ask permission to shine. So, why would I?
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Birthing is Battle
I wanted to burrow Instead of bursting through hardened soil I felt buried versus rooted I blindly bloomed In the process Of becoming Maybe buds are Scentless Due to an evolutionary adaptation— Self preservation. Often times things of youth are only perceived as fragile, Birthing is battle.
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If you haven’t realized by now,Your SSN is your SKU number,Your serial code. In a country that tracks its overall wellnessBased off of imaginary arbitrary Numbers generated fromSome fuckass Street [Wall]Are you actually Feigning surprise?Have you not realized thatYou’re just inventory—A stock item. You are their product And you thank themFor giving you the opportunityTo…
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Simulating Stimulations
Born on the cusp of millennia / analogue being in digital age / Can’t simulate stimulations / from be-ness vibrations…
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Haunted Hearts + Haunted Houses
Tombstones chiseled By broken promises Epitaphs echoing like sonnets Palm reading like Pslams Extended fingers, prayer palms Hoarse prayers transporting High hopes in low riding Hearses. Heralding heresy Impunitive immunity Ignatus ambiguity, Illuminous dimming Wistfully witting.
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Manifest My Destiny
My be-ness will not be-less;Refusal to complyWith compressing myselfTo your comfort size. Manifest my DestinyNo man claims ownership of me.I am moreHuman than Sovereign—You do not reignOver me,Save your trickery. You all have freedom to get lostWe lost ours to be found. But you rainOn me,Fallowing my fellows.You who only knowOf pillaging Mother’s groves. Take…
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Only Nomads
Unmarked back roads paved in fractured fate lines. exposed palms, like cracked asphalt leading down routes Only nomads travel on.
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Opalescent Eyes
Artist Credit/IG: @no_i.d.707 How people like you and I have gazed into the windows of black serpents with opalescent eyes. Few wonder how death is so beautiful, her form and her sound. The warmth felt in the release from holding onto things we never really wanted in the first place — and so one of…
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Neon Darkness
Don’t mistake control for interest. This manipulation does not Make you special… distractions fromKarmic lessons. Black eyes are the same huesOf dying starsNeon darkness — begotten blightIn denial, we proceed to nameUnborn children “Sunlight”How ironic it is to hear Your soundReminding me how I wound upIn this position to begin with. You had me upside…
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Crucifying Confliction
Lashing out at being lashed. Don’t need you to hurt, don’t need you to feel and heal. Know that your presence is a gift—honor that.
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Beware
I have been an Electrician…Constantly rewiring My neural pathwaysUnlearning Life lessonsThat were never explicitly taught. I learned how to read Braille subtextWith trembling fingertipsIn an environment Where I was forbidden To feel. I was taughtThat expressing my hurtWas not valid within itself—It was an act ofDefiance or Disobedience I used to resistBeing an active participant…
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All You Can Do is Laugh
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in art, independent, journaling, mental health, poetry, self care, self help, Uncategorized, writer, zineCrazy what happens when you get off your clown shit and get promoted to ringleader. I take joy in being a traveling circus.