amongst every chilly night
is the warmth of your voice
putting my demons to rest
I’ll dream of you
And hug you tight
To keep you warm
Sunrise casts a warm spell
My promise was kept
By: Kristen S.
Lost amongst fallen time
A recollection of insignificant movements
Oddly present times—weakened memories
Lacking personal chemistry
Strange and unacquainted territory
Disconnected to the awareness of the body
Heavy yet sparse, unable to retain natural rhythm
Not to be a home but rather a tomb
For my feverish soul
The body and the mind
Two separate entities
Co existing by nature
Science heroically shaping our being
Unconsciously gazing off in space
Questioning your mere existence
The body and its functions
A sluggish physical mass
Weighing me down
The body—associated to our being
A supposedly profound home
To be rhythmically in tact with the mind
Though limiting access to life as we know
Caged to our essence
Yet unfamiliarity strikes
Striving to earn more
A discrepancy of space for discovery
Unsatisfied—too much suppressed
What’s yet to be addressed?
This poem communicates the reality of socially constructed behaviour. In today’s society sometimes we fall victim to neglect self-made thoughts or we lack the inspiration to think beyond what is essential. We are in a world full of pressures and stresses that may get us caught up in a sea of sameness.
I hope you enjoy my story and without further ado here is my poem:
We are socially conscious creatures searching for truth
Entertaining constructed ideas, which present us no use
Who are we really?
And how may we thrive?
Shall we execute this pre-conceived context on how we survive?
I know it’s no use and we’ll do what we do
But what if there was truth for me and for you
Our roots are not constructed
Our roots do not struggle
To tell us the truth on how we are subtle
So how may we peacefully strive for rebuttal
To become just ourselves and rightfully settle
Our social aggression shining through to be fierce
But what if I told you being human was scarce.
Its time to let loose and open up who we are
As the idea of living is seemingly too far
Today there’s no beauty
Today is a shame
Lost in the motions pretending to be tame
The truth makes us different
Yet forever in sync
So will you lead me away to a place that will think?
Migrate to a time that will suit our existence
A time that may cherish
The mind and the soul
Where our hearts may survive
And our breaths may be whole
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Constructed by ignorance to travel through lies.
Struck by fear, holding on to survive.
Once too enraged to bare this intimate game.
Leaving me mentally scathed to feel nothing but pain.
What might occur if we shed some light?
Changing the consciousness that we have known in life.
If I gave a quick smile and continued through.
I want to know what that would mean to you.
Consumed by the edge of self despise.
When did the story become buried in lies?
No need to repent or be vulnerable to you.
As I found something better.
Better than blue.