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You Guys, a Part of my Home

Sometimes I think about you humans while I’m out. I was in Aisle 7 the other day and had the urge to just get home and write about how often I hate that I hide when I see someone I know.
I feel the comfort in my soul to know you are here. That I can come home to you and it doesn’t matter if you haven’t read all my posts to know what you can about me, but just the fact it is out there for your eyes to find.  It’s part of a success. The amount that is laid out here, it is fascinating for my heart to feel.

It makes bringing the dark and scary and wobbly personas of myself to the table (outside of WordPress), more of something I feel capable of doing.

Thanks Cyber Room. For helping to make the other rooms of my house be filled with more me.
Thank you.

 

Euphoric Sheet

I once was a sheet of euphoria.
On my tip toes looking into your deep.
I danced in your kitchen as you watched me,
taking off my clothes for you to keep. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off me.
We were set in our own age.
You and I both surging for one another
both the key to our intangible cage.

The power was in everything I did or said
and it took the night to that perfectionist heat,
where you took my hand so slowly
and laid me down on that euphoric sheet.

 

Dark Trying to Take Over

The Dark tremours it’s way into the silky bones you wear
the fabric wrapping like an undesirable gift

around your shape.

Brush strokes of black
spread,
encasing the light of a beautiful that is. 

The Good trapped underneath a lining of
consuming Evil
a hollow of belief made for the veins that hum the untruth.

You are not the dark, you are not the dark,

you are the beautiful, billion watted soul of light. 

 

Soft Warm Coat of Understood

When I look into your eyes, a warm coating of understanding
suddenly wraps around me.

 

I am seeing you differently
and not because our relationship status has changed.
It drizzles down my neck, my throat.

 

I am looking at you, seeing different
because inside me,
I am a new person.
A new shape of a being.

 

 

I now look at you with strength and confidence
I am powerful because
I finally am conscious
of not only who I want to be or how I want to be,

but that the change has taken shape.

 
I am not afraid of

me

 

or you.

 

 

I know I would never do what I’ve done
to you
again.

 

 

I am a good, a better
person.

 

 

I am ready to love
my best,

 

 

my eyes
looking into yours,
the
perfect way
to

 

understand this.

 

 

Calm Numb Mountain

Saturated in numb calming days. I feel boiling warmth of heart wrapping around my neck and ankles and little sleep weasels its’ way into my night and I don’t try and fight it, I just let it enter.

And my broken spirit are the stones I walk on, as I try and regain some sort of composure. I know I believe in it. But it almost seems untangible. That even the times I feel close to reaching for it, it vanishes and leaves me more discouraged.

This is the most beautiful and treachorous and love filled and hurt induced ship i’m on. Finding that balance isn’t too tricky, it’s getting all the componenets and factors lined up.

Going with Soul

Saturated soul, you beam dance into the skys of my eyes and blast full lipped gloss onto my tongue.

You converse with me in the weave of the tree leaves and you let me bend; because I told you I was broke.

I land in shoulder length bloom of dark and of light. I shuttle up the burrows of my grim appearance and as my appetite wanes and grows, the motion of my brainheart does too.
I am not exhausted enough to let my thoughts convince me my future is no place for me to be.
Saturated soul, you whisper into my hands and brush my cheeks with blush.
I will continue.