The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts. ~Marcus Aurelius~
25.2023.08
Poem featured here: https://open.substack.com/pub/introvertedsage/p/sos?r=29gi64&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
Pull the thread– now time to unwin… As you fall back to the depths of… Keep tugging the feeling is real. More layers are starting to peel. Feet first is how you like to jump…
Real, raw and reckless with my mou… Doesn’t take much to get that side… Got a lot of shit I been keeping… Cat got my tongue or is it pride? Perpetual game without the seek– w…
Shattered and the glue’s not on th… Landlocked, deserted and abandoned… Finding the wheels that flow in ta… Steady the waves to understand the… Breaks in the darkness bring clari…
It’s like.. The rushing of a busy highway. Like... The back alley of a dive bar And the band is on intermission
I feel it– bubbling up out of my… Restless Spirit– ready to take ho… Fly with me, Phoenix made of Gold… The time has come– to have my stor… Love saved me from the darkest tim…
Idiosyncracies of human nature... Do all humans need touch? Or maybe... interraction? I feel like there is some intimida… Telling people they need someone.
I could feel when you are near me. As our hearts began their rhythmic… ba dum bad dum dum ba dum ba dum d… You consume me overcoming everything I know.
Maybe I’m worried my words will r… So many I see– falling into the d… Is it caused by getting to a place… Will I ever find out? Keeping it all in– I’ll never kno…
Let me just quiet my mind. Incoming– a message from the Divine. Whispers– inspired this rhyme.
Your life seems so scripted. To you that means gifted. No, no. I get it. You’re not a misfit.
Once burned, it hurts to say the r… To have and to hold. Got to get t… Can’t deny it. Yeah, I have regre… I ignored her needs, Wow! It’s M… Step by step, still a long way to…
Be who I am, but it’s more like t… At the finish line, or barely appr… and I don’t know how much longer… I’m sick of these walls. I’ve always maintained and kept it…
Can’t get to Nature So I bring Nature to Me. Concrete jungle living Sore sight to see. Dreaming up the day
I don’t live there anymore, so don… Struck out, final bell, last secon… Forced out of my shell, to let my… The beat of the drum, when my life… Am I really truly free?
Face in the dirt once again. As life peels back the layers of m… Secrets that hide deep within. Relative to those I call kin. Wounds to the core that run deep.