Skin glowing from tears
Sadness growing in the heart
Body weak, body numbing
The eyes blink twice
Shadow standing over me
I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see
Horror facing the dark
So bright
My life, my life, my life
Suddenly encircled in a hug
Giggles and new tears forming
My soul escaped from the
Darker day
And into a brighter night
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There are moments when we put aside
Our fears and paranoia, and we just breathe
We crush each other with our hearts
And we find each other with our souls
How breathing does this, I am unconcerned
Because I have found peace with it anyway
Sloshing through the watered-down mud in the river, I felt my fatigue growing. The trees were skyrocketing, their bushels of rich, green leaves wisping through the thin air. The wind was sharp and tingled my skin; giving me the chance to feel the sweat on my neck start to dry. After a minute of standing in the glory of the cool breeze, my knees gave way and I found myself plop onto a smooth, gray rock. I put my hands in the water, feeling the current press harder on my tired muscles. It was a serene moment in my long day, giving me a real chance to breathe. I splashed my face with the river water, feeling the cool sensation spark my pores and cleanse the dirt from my cheeks. Closing my eyes, I felt all the residue that had stuck to my skin, some parts bloody, fall away with the running water. I felt the natural medicine cure the basics of my wounds and slowly heal my breaking spirit.
Moments like these were when I really got down to thinking about what I needed to do. I was out in the forest, trudging through a river, but for what purpose? I could feel my common sense dwindle away by the minute, and each minute later I felt a little worse. There wasn’t any havoc increasing in my life, there wasn’t any sense to run away, but yet I had done it. I never thought I actually would until the moment broke where I felt I needed security, and then I had run where my legs took me. Nowhere in particular, just where the flow seemed to lead me.
Just as I was about to cry out in frustration, I noticed the glimmer of the sun begin to fade and an ocean of colors swarm throughout the sky. My eyes blinked and eventually I could feel my heartbeat calm, forgetting the previous rush of adrenaline. The breeze that had swished like a dancer before had now lost itself in the trees somewhere. The tug of humidity rested on my back and shoulders, tousling my long hair. A sudden serenity found my heart, and the radiant sky continued to blossom in an array of beautiful colors—pink, blue, yellow, orange, all focusing on the spots I felt weakest, turning them over and investigating the ways to make them stronger.
A moment later I felt my chest open up, my mind widening its prospects, my body receiving energy and at the same time letting the water consume what it needed to become a positive force. It was all like a slap in the face, a realization that whatever I had done had come back around to face me once again. My sense of purpose was endowed beneath the towering trees and the fragmented sunset, and I felt a smile creep across my soul, giving me a taste of true peace and tranquility.
Time and space, wrap your head
Around life without time and space
I am stuck in between, a traveler
Of the unknown depths of the soul
It turns out my only goals
Are to fulfill my desires for nothing
And this is when I wonder if
You are a nobody, a traveler
Of everything longed for, without limits
Maybe we are not so different
Floating in that light of nothing, too, and
With everything that there is, I want you
Engulfed in flames that lick like spice
In flowing water that gives me grace
I feel like nothing, and I am free
The balance of truth is astounding
The roses red, dripping their scent
From the space between my eyes I see it
The sloppy earth squishing onto my toes
The peace I feel is simplicity
Airy blue and starry skies, they flow sweet
Into my aching arms and tired back
Soothing release of all things earthly
This isn’t just a feeling, this is my faith
A smooth light gathers itself, warmly
Slipping through the chattering bones,
The cramping muscles and working veins
Snuggling itself into my tired heart
And I feel the warmth spill over, into my soul
Peace and lightly strong feelings emanate
Do my eyes turn into the fountain of light,
The overflowing shine guiding your attention
All the way home, to your heart?
With our souls creating an impressive peace
My only desire is spiritual intimacy with you
And to connect with the irrevocable warmth
Of that amazing, breathtaking light
That has no definition, as it takes no shape
El cielo es la belleza del mundo
Yo mirar con mi alma y el cielo es profundo
En los ojos de la gente hay un cielito
Me pregunto si la alma es en los ojos del bonito
Note: This is the first poem I’ve written in Spanish… I guess that’s why it’s so short!
The meaning doesn’t need to be revealed
But I feel like I’m caught in a snare
A wickedly beautiful trap, a sinister snap
And then I believe my head’s below my feet
What is this curse, it draws me near
Electricity surging through my pale veins
I’m next to nothing, but still I’m running
For the allure is growing, I’m sure
The measured energy is just inches
From your thickened arteries; my face flushes
And I can feel the blush stiffening my heart
Because I told myself no, but even so, I do
A floating sensation in my chest
The scent of dewy grass and burning sun
My hair flowing free with the breeze
I feel a holy presence within my heart
What is to be, what is to become?
The future holds the fate of us all
But I toss it aside and smell the flowers
Dancing with the wind and the trees
Seemingly alone in the meadows
But I can feel the spiritual high giving me life
And there’s no such thing as loneliness
Here with the tall grass and the shady trees
If there was ever a way to feel replenished
And freshly clean inside and out
I’d always recommend the spiritual side
There’s nothing like being carefree and content
With the hot sand swallowing my legs and the weight of a canteen strap across my shoulder, I feel the sun’s poisonous rays bleaching my hair and burning my skin. My muscles are sore from continuous walking and my stomach has been cramping without a sustaining meal—I am always wishing for the journey to end. They had not given me enough tools I would need to survive this everlasting desert in order for me to complete the final task: perish among the ashes of the sun. There was never any mercy from anyone, and I refuse to believe that I deserve this exhausting pain of sleepless hours, a throat coated with sand residue and parched skin.
There is a strong, clenching feeling in the pit of my chest that keeps me going, however. It’s for all those people I detest with everything I have in my soul, those people who are beyond contempt now. The ones who stranded me in the suffocating heat with nothing but rags and a half-filled canteen. This fiery passion in my heart that tears me up is the motivation I have to keep going. The revenge I will get on these people is all I have in my head now—I feel consumed by the power of my own hate; it is the strongest emotion I have and have ever had.
A warm gust of air blows in my direction, the sand following its path. I shield my eyes from the small aggravation and sourly continue walking, my legs dragging themselves through the thick sand. Where I’m going, I don’t know, but I have strong faith in the only feeling in my spirit and trudge toward the direction of the eventual sunset.
As I continue to use up my energy, I feel some sort of emptiness inside that doesn’t belong to hatred or a tired body’s reactions. It’s more of a thoughtful emptiness. I look at the soft, pale brown sand and then at my sweaty and darkened skin. My eyes linger onto the sky, a sweet blue color with no clouds covering it. The bright yellow sun, the devil of the desert, stares at me with heated intent and I feel the emptiness come again, but harder. I realize that I haven’t seen any colors besides these for a while, with the exception of the darkness of the night with the bright white of the many stars and the moon. It’s like having many friends named Purple and Green and Gray, all you are comfortable with, and then in a moment they are gone. Something inside me longs to see all these friends, all these different colors again with such depth that I have to choke back tears. I realize that every person is like a different color, since there are colors the human eye cannot see. Some people are unknown colors but you still must appreciate them, I think to myself as I take a swig out of the canteen. You still have to appreciate, or at least respect them. Then I begin to think of the people that I despise, the ones that dropped me in this endless desert hell. I think about the fact that they might be unknown colors to me. And then, there, inside the core of my spirit, a string has snapped. I feel lonesome without colors like hot pink and pale purple, my only companions being the yellow of the sun, the orange and red of the sunsets, the blue hues of night and day, and the different shades of brown—the sand and my skin. I begin to realize that maybe I should begin to respect people, even those who have decided to go ahead and smother me in this heat and sand.
I look at the desert around me. The sand, the sun, the sky. My eyes linger on everything in a different way, like my mind has suddenly switched gears. Though there is still distaste for the people who have put me here with these same colors, I feel my hardness softening just ever so slightly. I take a deep breath, taking in the distinct scent of hot sand as well as the clear air. I find myself taking quicker paces and appreciating what colors are around me and what beauty has been beheld.
The wind picks up a little as the sun begins to set in front of me—my destination. I decide to sit down and feel a shiver down my spine, the sign of transitioning from the scorching heat to the beginning of the freezing cold. With deep breaths and a clearer mindset, I focus on the sunset and start to clear my mind. The sun fades and the colors leave as the bright white of the stars and the moon begin to shine on me and the rest of the desert. I feel a sense of contentment with the emptiness dripping away.
