Our evolution demands introspection, acceptance, and determination.
self-doubt chimes, loudly
at success’ precipice
just drown out the noise
Ghosts and Shadows by VJ Knutson
Ghosts have no shadows
they are unsubstantiated
rumours of a life…
I exist, not because
of my shadows, and despite
the times I’ve been ghosted
Ghosts and shadows –
without them I am two-dimensional
with them, I am poetry.
Redux
Feeling and analyzing as the inchoate rises in my mind.
I’m leaning into what arrives.
Layering thoughts to complete some insight.
I’m crafting wisdom.
Nothing is random in expression.
I’m sharing what’s important.
Who does it touch?
I’m hoping it’s you.
Originally published 8/28/2018 on I Write Her.
i’m turned upside down
my head stuck deep in the ground
the world has shifted
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #175
innocent outlooks
sepia-colored lives can change
possibilities
Redux
It’s the place underneath the obvious.
I wanna go deep.
Time to overcome this unease.
I wanna be still.
To excise the superficial, project the truth.
I wanna be real.
To let the music carry me on its wings.
I wanna feel free.
Reveal the tenderness and compassion buried in my pain.
I wanna be me…
I wanna be happy.
Originally published 8/23/2018 on I Write Her.
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #174
every day the same
our news is always tragic
the world seems on fire
Redux
Life doing its unintentional thing can hurt.
I weep, pull myself up and move on.
People’s forced recklessness do harm.
I weep inconsolably,
going deeper into my shell.
Feelings amplified in this echo chamber.
Can’t hear the external anymore.
I hide for a while,
working everything out inside.
And I emerge.
Lessons
I’ve had more than a few.
Originally posted 2/22/2018 on I Write Her.
a rage controlled
held in check
eventually purges
streams of hot debris
all in the name of destruction
aimed in every direction
once the ugly ejaculate is released
the violent discharge then slows
and eventually stops
the previous agitation calms
and the cooling off has begun
the nature of the beast retreats again
I’d like to thank Joseph Pinto for the inspiration for this piece.
If you’d like, take a moment to read his post Whelve.
invisible drama
not acknowledged
outsiders only see camouflage
but the damage
dispensed from previous generations
lingers deep
self-preservation from the ugliness
slows the hurt
but offers no resolution
only a temporary roadblock
to the pain buried inside
which will surface
eventually…
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #129 – Lovingly & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #267 – in that one moment
in that one moment
adoring me lovingly
didn’t know it would end
We were good, we were gold
Kinda dream that can’t be sold
We were right ’til we weren’t
Built a home and watched it burn
Mm, I didn’t wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna lie
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Paint my nails, cherry red
Match the roses that you left
No remorse, no regret
I forgive every word you said
Ooh, I did not wanna leave you, baby
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours, yeah
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing, yeah
I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
Oh, I
I did not wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers (oh)
Write my name in the sand (mmh)
Talk to myself for hours (yeah)
Say things you don’t understand (never will)
I can take myself dancing, yeah
I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than
Yeah, I can love me better than you can
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby (oh)
Can love me better
I can love me better (than you can), baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
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