#poember ~ poetry challenge day 5~ #love

#poember – Day 4 – something you want to change in the world

TITLE: war is over, if you want it

“who did it?

was it the muslims?

the americans?

the chinese?

the whites?

the blacks?

who was it?”

“humans.

humans killing humans”

man this shit is really a nuisance

cant take a deep breath

without inhaling the bullshit

for centuries

humans have grown on earth

for centuries

to wars we have given birth

since wars begin in the minds of men

it is in the minds of men

the defenses of peace must be established

im tired of hearing about all this havoc

we reap upon ourselves

then try and blame hell

can’t you see that we create this reality?

videos of hate, of death

got me holdin my breath

people praising a icon of hate

not caring about their neighbor

just gossiping about her being late

dont even get me started about roast culture

i swear we be actin like a bunch of vultures

lobsters in a bucket

pushing eachother down to get on top

end up boilin in a pot

what would happen if the lobsters worked together

if they all pushed to one side

instead of pushing eachother down

and of the bucket made a clown

what do i want to see change?

the way humans treat eachother and themselves everyday

kids in schools getting bullied for a cheap laugh

syria getting bombed for a payday

our earth spit on and trashed

i want to see our society be responsible

loving

kind

gracious

responsible

for the people we raise

the shame and guilt we face

and the outcome of our days

i want to see people who can say

hey, im sorry

people who can say

how can i support you?

people who can say

i love you

to a stranger

cause really, whats the danger?

making eye contact

is a lost artifact

i want to see

people who

meet up to have trash clean ups

meet up and actually talk to eachother

not stare at a phone

and ignore one another

i want to see the end of greed

and the rise of love

i want to see the heavens descend from above

the end of conformity

the beginning of originality

you know 99% of people are afraid to be themselves

because theyre afraid of you giving them hell?

isnt this something we should think about

talk about?

the dark places others dwell

because of a human induced hell?

i want more places of worship

besides just churches

places of hope, of peace

non judgemental

spots where we can break bread

and share each piece

i want forgiveness

i want reparations

i want bravery

courage

and safe places

truth

honesty

and vulnerability

is the air i want to breathe

to get to this divine utopia

we must share the cornucopia

so all may live in abundance

remove the labels

and accept each one for who they choose to be

stop imposing identities

give people safe places to breathe

to bleed

to cry

to heal

war is over, if you want it

but we must first have the courage

to be real, to feel

and to flaunt it

#poember poetry challenge day 3- the me you see vs. the me i see

TITLE: A TRIBUTE TO BROKEN MIRRORS

in order to discuss the me i see

i must first discuss the me i saw

so you can join me

on the journey as we look back in awe

the me i see is in recovery

from everything that went wrong

when i looked in the mirror

the me i saw

was chasin bitter tastes

because everything she had ever tasted was bitter

and she wasnt sure if there would ever be anything sweeter

the me i saw

felt like she didnt belong

measuring her worth

with someone elses ruler

singing someone elses song

the me i saw

used fear as a veil to shield the bugs of reality

she played dead

so no one would go for her head

she gave others control of her life

then in turn blamed herself for the strife

blind to the fact

that they did not regard her as the precious artifact

that she was

that she is

one day un pajarito sent her a message

he told her that she was in charge

that she had to release the demons on herself

and conquer them no matter how large

no matter how real

no matter who they were

she had to let herself feel

relinquish the care

of what they had to say

because it didnt matter

anyway

she shed the betrayals, the mistakes, the self-hate

that had become her cloak

gifted to her by others

tightening around her neck until she began to choke

the me i saw worked with the me i wanted to see

to build a ladder

down into the deepest parts of me

the me i see is closer to the me i have wanted to be

everyday i let go of the past

i forgive myself

i allow myself to be me

i accept myself

the me you see

may be a weirdo

may be silent

may be distant

may appear unattainable

the me you see…….

honestly…..

doesn’t matter.

because truth is i dont know what you can see

i dont know what you have or will see

and if i base my focus on that

shit, ill become mad as a hatter

because no matter what i do

you will always see me through a lens

that is shattered

no matter how genuine, authentic or me i try to be

there will always be somebody who does not want to see

there will always be somebody who puts mud back onto their glasses

when its been cleared

there will always be somebody

who will look at the present through the lenses of the past

trying to make what is gone forever last

i HOPE the me you see

inspires you to be

lifts you out of darkness

and gives you a safe place to breathe

i have always felt misunderstood

a black sheep in a world of giraffes

but even with this thought

i still feel good

and that shit makes me laugh

because i am not my thoughts

and everyday i step into this more and more

i accept

that not everyone will accept me

and the me you see

may very well be

a skewed version, a version before the ladder

but thats okay

because i accept myself

i give myself permission to rise

about all the little eyes and the little lies

the me i see is proud of who she is

and doesnt give a FUCK

if you disagree

because hashtag i do this

and i dont need you to like me, to be free

this life is alchemy

a reflection of the collective consciousness

the me i saw, see

the me you saw, see

the you i saw, see

comprise the we

now

one thing i can guarantee

is that as life goes on

more of me, you will see

because if i dont give you all of me

why am i here?

30 day poetry challenge

GREETINGS POETS! i invite you all to embark on this 30 day poetry challenge for the month of november and december. #poember

follow the prompts on every day, record yourself and hashtag #poember

this is to promote self growth and confidence. to own your voice and show up in the world more authentically you! research the topics and develop a stance through self reflection. give it a shot! happy writing 🦋🦋🦋🦋

#poember poetry challenge day 2 – can we feel everything we touch?

i love music

listening, feeling

but if asked to touch music, what would you do?

i would run my fingers down the spine of a dancer

caress the strings of my guitar

put my ear to the floor as the drummer beats real hard

i would touch the embodiments of music

for it is not real until it is embodied

can we touch everything we feel?

can we feel everything we touch?

will i reach the end of the reel

before i even have lunch?

are feelings real?

is anything real?

one of my teachers once told me

that we never truly touch anything

we are so electric

that we repel electricity

i guess thats why i could never feel you hold me

the illusion exists

but doesnt make it past your fingertips

to touch life

we must allow ourselves

to exist

for we are life

and it doesnt get much better than this

touching tangible things

tangible things?

dancing dervishes i divulge

in illusion i indulge

finally feeling free

making my life more me

rarely reaching, always aware

developing diligence

caressing the cosmos

building bridges between

broken paths

paving the way thru which we will all pass

barely breaching the core

creating tools to feel more

i dont know if we can truly touch anything

because when i reach out, i constantly feel empty

but my spirit feels everything

can feel you breathing

and the feelings that give this life meaning

close my eyes and see thru anything

feeling your pulse with my hips

converging with your lips

life is an ebb and flow

teetering between emptiness and over-flow

enjoy the bliss

dive into the abyss

just let go

don’t try to touch everything

with your hands

for some things can not be physically felt

count the money, release the band

how do you feel?

like im not real

empty

self-fulfilling prophecy: an autobiography

we are all prophecies living in the moments before it is fulfilled.

we create our destinies, our stories, our self-talk, our futures. we give life to everything we live through. this moment is the building block of every other moment to come. the embodiment of the infinite present moment. it is all we have. it is difficult to release and allow. it is overwhelming and deafening to sift through the talk of the mind and find the truth. the core.

relentless in my embodiment of self-deprecating thoughts

i constantly fight against the clock

is this what i want to be

are they all laughing at me

what will it take for me to see

beyond your perception

into the eternal mirror of perfection

in which i am reflected

the mirror of divinity

with which i have chosen to see

man its funny when your friends show their ass

bow down and moon ya, with so much class

people are rarely who they say they are

because words begin in the mind

which is already too far

from the kind

of connection required

to truly see why to form you,

the universe has conspired

i am a whirlwind of fear of anxiety of love of resilience. i bow to the essence, the ever-presence. close my eyes when i walk past you cause i don’t care what you look like. tired of seeing, looking for something with meaning. within my eyelids i see visions of the future, with which i become obsessed like the kama sutra. hold me close, let me kiss your toes. in search of another with which to dance freely to the sound of the thunder.

awak-in my arms

I’ve never looked at someone as carefully as I looked at you

I’ve committed every curve, every freckle on your face to memory

you’ve made me see the beauty within the imperfections that we all possess

by looking at you I’ve been able to see myself

all I needed was to lay in your arms

to be awoken from a lifetime of unconsciousness

the fire burns, the flames return

skulls and crossbones

dark and sweet

kiss me lightly

run your tongue across my feet

i close my eyes

feel the ghost of your fingertips grazing my thighs

when i sleep, i hear spirits weep

for what has been

and what has not

my knees grow weak

the fire burns, the flames return

i open my eyes

run my fingers through the flames

as we collide

they whisper their names

the ghosts of the past

unsure of how long this connection will last

i give life to the lost souls of the fire

burned alive

when their minds

against them, conspired

glued to the bed

i allow my spirit to leave thru my head

i flow through the clouds

the dungeons of hell

savior of the lost

through the depths i sail

shattered skulls and milky bones

in my body’s paralysis

my mind finds analysis

it whispers to me

of all we must gain the courage to be.

the pied piper of the soul

there’s something to be said about fear. the way it takes hold of your soul, corrupting all that comes near. i was once afraid of everything, see. a recovering coward is what you can call me. i cowered in caverns and crashed into the waves against the rocks, i was splayed. my soul ripped from my spirit, if you listen closely, within the roar of the sea you will hear it. woe, is me my love. for what i felt has turned me into a dove. i soar above and watch below. the peace i now bring i will never let go. my darling soul has saved me, i have traveled to the ends of the earth putting it together piece by piece. listen to its careful whisper, the pied piper as it lulls your soul out of its sleep, galvanizes it to an eternity where there is no tears left to weep.

i love you like a fat kid loves cake

i love you like a fat kid loves cake

like a housewife loves to bake

i want to stuff you in my face all day

i dont care about going out to play

with you i want to lay

and watch the clouds in the sky melt away

you’re good for me because i like you

can’t believe what ive come to

overindluged and overstuffed

unable to call you on your bluffs

i binge you

and still crave

the dirt that rains

as you dig me out my grave

i love you but i cant say it

this truth, it’s weighted

im scared ill implode

hold me, lighten my load

i want you to be the only truth that i hold