Tag: Blossoming Daily

Submerged Subconscious

I had a dream that I was drowning

But it wasn’t like they say –

That it’s peaceful, you accept it

And you slowly drift away.

No, it was chaos. It was panic.

I just couldn’t get a grip

Onto the ledge of that massive pool.

Every time I thought I did, I’d slip.

What if the me in my subconscious

Is the one who feels this way

From all the stress and judgement

I put on her every day?

I guess I’ll be more mindful.

I didn’t mean to put her down.

The last thing that I want

Is for that part of me to drown.

Submerged Subconscious

Innervision

I want to be writing all the time.
No sleep, no work,
Just line by line.

Letting the words come and go,
Jotting them down,
Letting them flow.

It’s a super power and mine is well known;
Being able to compile words
And making them my own.

It’s truly a blessing to be able to express
An idea, a moment,
Thoughts not put to rest.

There’s so many ways to describe
A cloud of thoughts
Built up inside.

A waterfall of aimless prose,
A metaphor or two,
Something more composed.

The creativity is never bleak.
When I write these words,
I’m at my peak.

So, to be able to share my work with you,
Is something I cherish
And will always do.

I was born to be a poet.

I was born to be a poet.

All these thoughts inside my head
Come to me in metaphors and
Used to go unsaid.

Until I found my poetry
And look what it’s become –
A flowing sense of inspiration
For years on end to come.

And though I have my struggles
And battles like the rest,
Poetry is always there
To make me feel my best.

I was born to be a poet.

It comes so naturally
And now I know my purpose
Of whom I’m meant to be.

Mirror Magic, Honey


Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
A fierce look upon the face.
The night has just begun.

Entering the building
Like walking on a cloud.
A glimpse in the mirror
While moving through the crowd.

A sip from the glass.
A whisper in the ear.
Chills run down the spine
The legs hit the chandelier.

Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
Mirror to the soul.

She is…

A whirlwind through a field of flowers.
A glimpse of sun during a storm.
A cold shower after a night out.
A first warm day in spring.
A delicious cup of coffee.
A sunset on a beach.
A breath of fresh air.
A lunar eclipse.
A goddess.
A poem.

The Beauty Within Me

One day I woke up

And noticed a difference.

My mind felt free,

Anxiety diminished.

My thoughts weren’t racing,

My heart filled with ease.

A clarity so clear,

My soul truly pleased.

It feels so natural,

Like I channeled something else.

A powerful embracement from

The highest version of myself.

I say out loud,

“This is how I’m supposed to be.”

Blinded by the growth

Of the beauty within me.

Clarity

Let’s take a step back
From where your mind has taken you.

A moment to view
This from a different lense.

You may be thinking
Of what’s to come,
Or reflecting too much
On what’s already done.

Be present.
Be still.
Be mindful.

Sometimes it isn’t
What your brain makes it seem.

Write down your emotions,
Your feelings,
Your worries.

Be realistic,
Recognize the truth.
Meditate on clarity
And how it relates to you.

Inhale truth.
Exhale imagination.

These worries, these anxieties
Are not set in stone.
Sometimes the best medicine
Is putting down your phone.

Distractions and influences
Distort our point of view.
Exhaling imagination
Is the simplest thing to do.

“We suffer more in imagination than in reality.”

Seneca

Breathe

It’s time to breathe.
Let’s take a moment
To find some peace and quiet.

Grab your favorite mug.
Make some tea,
And add some honey.

Grab a crystal,
Light an incense,
And sit somewhere comfy.

Breathe in
1
2
3
4

Hold it for a moment.

Breathe out
4
3
2
1

Hold your crystal,
Deep inhale,
Take a sip of tea.

Breathe in and out,
Center yourself,
And find your inner peace.

You are safe.
You are loved.
You are calm.
You are present.

Nothing can disrupt
This tiny piece of heaven.

Use this as a tool,
Something as a guide
For when you’ve had a rough day.

Don’t ever forget –
The Universe loves you
In every single way.

Witchy Woman


A speak easy in Brooklyn

On a Tuesday night in fall.

Trying to forget the stress

That this day has caused me.


I take a swig, put down my glass

And glance around the room.

Suddenly, an energy shift,

I begin to seek the cause.


Goosebumps rise on my skin

As the air begins to change.

I sense someone near,

A powerful force.


A scent of red wine and sage.

Her hair a shade of lavender.

Crystal jewelry all over her body

Glimmers as she glides across the room.


She speaks with grace, a casual tone

As if everyone’s a familiar.

Her aura is brilliant and bright,

Like a full moon in the sky on a clear night.


Who is she?

Where’d she come from?

I’ve never seen her here before.

She must be from out of town.


I’m flustered, but calm.

What a sight to see.

In the presence of a mystery.

She’s a poem in the flesh.


When words can only

Take you so far

And the reader’s left wondering,

‘What’s next?’.


I look away for a moment

As I order another drink.

In need of liquid courage

To try and get her name.


But as I turn around,

Again I feel a change.

I realize the moment has passed

And my head is now adrift.


She’s gone, just like that.

How did I miss her leaving?

Disappeared in an instant

As if she were a ghost.


I think about her to this day.

She’s a lovely memory.

Occasionally still feel her presence

As if she’s never left me.