Thoughts, inspirations, and discoveries: Time Machine

Thoughts, inspirations, and discoveries: Time Machine: " So as most of you know, I just recently moved back home to take a breath from the chaos and..."

Thoughts, inspirations, and discoveries: Starting over

Thoughts, inspirations, and discoveries: Starting over: "Broken Creases in Cardboard Boxes; Sharp Intellect Little black bats fly up through the chimney a brick pattern in the cold. My mind's energ..."

Starting over

Broken Creases in Cardboard Boxes; Sharp Intellect

Little black bats fly up through the chimney
a brick pattern in the cold.
My mind's energy floats around and finally flies up through the hole in

my flesh

I've finally discovered
it's my essence, it's so simple.
Not the point, but the process
To explain would be like pressing against soundproof glass, one must discover for themselves.
An exhausted sigh sinks me into the deep feathers of a new beginning
there is much work to be done,

much life to be lived.

I've encountered a mirror
fluids of silver slink through the cracks and bars
and the two merge together.
Squeezed out and discarded are the brown ashes of the falacies
left to blow away on the counter top.

These prisms shoot out from my head
a gieser is forming in my cavity and will soon burst from my face.

It's beauty, this landscape I have found
foam green and sky meet, and my feet go wandering.

For if anything is true, it is this....

Time Machine

         So as most of you know, I just recently moved back home to take a breath from the chaos and fog in my life. I'm staying with my parents right now, and while I was going through my old documents from when I lived here before I found this old poem that I had written a few years back. It's so odd how it still speaks to me and applies to my life right now. Kinda creepy!

All or Nothing

     The endless question of which is true;
is it hanging at the end of your rope,
or is it landing someplace fresh and new
by swinging from the fibers of intertwined hope?

At times you must be stripped away of everything you know
of your passions
of your excitement
of your certainty

Appreciation of those things you dreamed were never attainable
comes when you find you can lose them all

hold nothing lightly
think nothing slightly,
jump with all your weight
and learn from your heartbreaks.

Life begs you to question
longs for you to see,
what you think you truely want
and what may never be.

My attatchments?
To the city?
To my groundings?
It was my art and my love,

it is the tangable of these that has disappeared
yet the core ones still remain.

What is my purpose for passioning here?

Now that i am unstationary

clean start is all or nothing,
if it is the best of sorts.

I am strong and I am sure of happiness

I am already fufilled

and with that I can float through anything.

I feel like I'm feeling for the first time.

With sadness comes freedom,

and with freedom

comes endless possibilities.

When the day is done
and all is said,
I'm still left wondering that endless wonder,
where do I go from here?