Sunday, May 6, 2018

I Just Am

As the sky opens its curtains to the stars,

I see the Universe and feel its vastness.

It allows me rest.


I see that I am not here to question my presence, I just am.


I know my past has been filled with numerous directions.

But realize that my journey was predetermined

and gracefully accept the course.





Trust me, I tried fighting the offerings by wandering about.

But nothings led me nowhere,

and finally out of exhaustion I fell.


For me this is a second of revelation that I alone live.


I wish that I had found it,

the thing that couldn't be.

But now the stars guide me so I just am.




Monday, April 30, 2018

I Have Not Been Perfect

Today I realized that I have never reached perfection.

No matter how hard I tried, 

no matter the endless face masks, 

unfulfilling liquid diets,  

exhausting exercise plans,

lonely soul searching weekend getaways, 

chapters and chapters of dust covered books,

tearjerking love stories to move me,

perfection was never achieved.


My skin never looked flawless,

my body never acquired the perfect weight or curve,

tranquility and peace did not reside in my mind,

words on pages seemed empty and pretentious,

and love never ever reached my shore.

So finally, I have concluded that

up until now perfection has not defined me.

No matter how hard I tried,

I have not been perfect.



Saturday, April 14, 2018

Meet You At Infinity


Indefinite affection,

overpowering fervor,


boundless love,

that's what I feel for you.

Meet You At Infinity


Monday, February 5, 2018

HOPE

A ray of light has been leading my path,

always there watching over me.

I never looked for the beam.


Thought I was walking in shadows,

instead my road was predetermined, 

with ghosts guiding the way.



Monday, January 1, 2018

Borrowed Words

I borrowed a poem to start an adventure.

Its true meaning I didn't quite understand but still made it my own.

I didn't know where it'd take me, I didn't care for how long,

I just journeyed in character far from the one I had known.

Somewhere along the pathway, I felt my footing off.

I couldn't describe the sensation except to say my steps seemed broken.

Each move that I took brought me further from a lifeline

and the further I went I saw nothing of me.


So here I am admitting that borrowed words like borrowed lives have no meaning.

The words we use to feed our souls, our hopes and dreams cannot belong to someone else.

The light that shines out from within all of us shoots out in different angles,

but the truest and purest light is found inside the most unpretentious and uncomplicated souls.

This new year I follow my own voice.

With humility I bow to shed the words that were not mine

and place them back where I first found them.

This is me in a perfect state of imperfection wishing all of you in my own words love.