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.

Been there.

Done that.

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.