Trapped in my head
I'm always angry, I just don't show it.
I have a hurricane inside me.
A fire is burning me inside out
Nothing ever puts my fire down
The flames are getting bigger and bigger.
I burn everything I get close to,
I hurt everyone tries to put it down
Because I love how it feels to be on fire
I run to music to stop overthinking everything
But voices in my head are louder than music in my ears.
María ;)
whispers from the moon
a black sky, sprinkled with stars
they twinkled above us
winking because they enjoyed to
tease lovers that lie on the hills
pointing out the difference
between the little and big dipper
he pointed out the moon
and whispered in my ear
it shines for you and all you do
but with each time that he made
my heart hurt, the moon offered to
break off a sliver of herself
and on the night he left, she didn’t light the
night sky at all, then whispered in my ear
i refuse to shine for any of his future lovers
-why the moon has phases
Block
I was a well of words- overflowing with things to say.
but before my eyes the well dried
I had nothing to say
nothing to write
there are two ways I've found to get out of it
One: look outside, and find a piece that catches your eyes. Describe it, in as much detail as you can.
Two: listen to music. songs that make you feel, songs that make think.
I hope this helps!
i thank you for your words
the kindness and well-wishes,
the openness and offerings,
and the way you say them
i thank you for the things you've
said to me thus far, each and every one--
they've brought me smiles and warmed me from the inside out (a little each day)
and turned me towards the Hope (i have in Him) when i forget which way is up
i thank you for your patience and your
grace with me, each and every poem and misspoken word of graditude
and even when i've fallen short to have the words to say the simplest of
thank yous
(because those two words aren't enough to show how much i want to thank you)
i thank you for your compliments and the words you say
that remind me of why i write (for you and you and you and you)
the ones that say 'this is what i needed today' or 'thank you' or even the ones of
'no words', 'this made me cry', 'lol', 'i can hear you'
i thank you for this place you have given me
and can only hope to one day
write my way to sanity, or Life, or feeling okay
and somehow show you the way
AM I A CANVAS,
WHO CONTINUES TO PAINT
ON THE SAME SCRATCHED AND MARRED
SURFACE?
OR AM I A CANVAS
WHOM GOD CONTINUES TO
MAKE NEW
AND WHOM HE LOVES AND CHERISHES
EVEN WHEN IT IS HARD TO NOT HATE THIS SURFACE
OF MINE, IN WHICH HE PAINTS NEW AND
LOVES EVERY MORNING?
(honestly quite hard to say anyone [of this world] loves me, without asking them first and then asking them each day if the love is still there)
