Inside My Soul: My Thoughts & Poetry

Imperfection is beauty. I fall in love with the flaws because I, too, am filled with them.

The heart was born to be broken, in hopes that the Soul would desperately revive it through the empathy of others.

On a good day, if the energy is exact, the words flow through me instantly, circling around like a storm in my mind and sending pulsating waves through my veins. Slowly, I am gently motioned to release the human emotion that is fearless, raw, and incessantly running through me; the sentiment that is impossible to contain inside.

Life reminds me of photography—the ability to see through an array of perspectives in the lens and capture a person in a moment where they are truly ALIVE—this is the essence of life.

I always viewed the notion of love to be a romantic endeavor, one that I could only watch others fall into and never expected myself to experience. Now that I’m there, I have so much love to give that I don’t know where to begin…my heart is heavy with love.

I have yet to see the world, but in my short-lived life I have experienced the perpetual cycle of every emotion—the interweaving of turmoil and ecstasy, the pain and the passion that inevitably makes you stronger in the end. I’d like to live not knowing what the next day will bring, rather embrace it and be thankful that I’ve made it through this one.

MIRROR ME

So subtle and naive, artless in infinity
I crawl to the moon of despair
Comforted by what holds me from within
Desperate to surface the waters
Of my unexplainable theories and faults
I become blinded by what I see
And Gratified by all that I crave

In my own cascades and tranquil thoughts
I have yet to conquer my weakness of living
Of completing what is yet to be completed upon
Not wanting what I need
Not needing what I want
I achingly surrender the self

I become the girl with the hypothetical mind
Complex in simplicity, brazen and detached
Traversing the rooms of havoc
In its endangering languages and impermeable barriers
I slowly seep to the core
And remain to exist
As a mere remnant of lucidity
Compelling in exits of chaotic convoys
Riding through an impasse of ailments
Wandering on indefinite walkways
Undefined, so unlimited, so inexact

Exhausted in my own endearment
I rise to the surface
I stretch in perpetual bliss
Beside my own affectionate image
Of unhurried escapes

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You asked me to enter this idle plane
Of broken smiles and faded grains of regret
Yet I could not find the exit to this unfettered existence,
Magnified by an alleyway of narrowed and immoral escapes

I was a prisoner of the heart—drawn by the temptation of an ageless dawn
Coercing me into the profound waters of anarchy
Surrounded by the voices and the eyes of a thousand isolated minds,
Desolate hours of annihilation
Enhancing my every motion to recklessly fall

The fashion of decadence caved into a midst of rekindled silence
Life became a game—
Choose your own battles and relentlessly place your guard at sight
The facility to trust others became false;
Bridges were burned before they were crossed
Still I gathered all my scars and placed them in my hand
Only to place it into the ones before me
Only to watch them fall before I did