One of those nights,
Maybe I’ll write.
But my mind feels dry
Just like this wine.
Glass one, two, three, four.
Maybe if I shut the door.
Enclose myself,
Put the glass on the shelf.
Get a few words,
Okay, this sounds good.
Thoughts pop in
And out again.
Damn.
That was almost something.
Sometimes it flows,
And I just know.
Other times,
I have to pry.
I had a good ending,
But I gotta admit,
It completely slipped my mind.
Another swig or two,
Something to do
While I wait for the inspiration to hit me.
Ten, eleven, twelve, one.
It seems as if the wine has won.
Trying to find the phrase,
These hours feel like days.
I hate to force,
But I can’t find the source
Of my art this quiet night.
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Embodied
Embodied are the memories,
Experiences of those before you.
Many have passed through this door
To get away, to reflect, to find peace.
Inspiration around you,
Vibrations from the strings.
A lovely state of solitude,
In this tiny little nook.
An orchestra of sound emerges
With the full moon rise.
Striking cords around the fire
Toasting marshmallows, making s’mores.
The crickets chime in
Keeping the melody.
The frogs jump in
Adding the bass.
Music – a universal language
Between creatures and humans alike.
Something so harmonious
About a concert late at night.
The Strong One
I am the strong one.
The one who is always there for people. The one people lean on when they’re hurting, struggling, or need some kind of support. I genuinely know that this is my purpose.
Somehow, because of how my energy radiates, or because of the impact of my presence, I am always someone’s go-to; the one to vent to, the one to go to for advice, the one who has the answers.
The one that is expected to be strong in tough situations – even if that situation is tough for me, too. But because there’s one side of me always supporting others, I can’t necessarily support myself. Do you know what I mean? While the other half of me feels like collapsing, the strong side prioritizes outsiders before itself.
I focus so much on relieving the pain from others. I push my own pain, my own sadness, my own heartbreak down and suppress it, so that it doesn’t interfere with me helping someone else. I deal with it on my own, as I always have –
Because someone has to be the strong one… right?
Blossoming Daily
Clouds are forming,
Dark as night,
A rumble in the distance.
Two or three drops hit my cheeks
Feeling cold as ice.
A break well-needed.
These scorching days
Really take a toll.
Everything’s become so dry,
So brittle from the swelter.
It’s time for lush,
All to be abundant,
And everything overgrown.
The water floods their veins
As blood flows through ours.
It truly is a sight to see –
Everything coming to life.
An intimate moment between beings.
The way their leaves turn
And how they lift up – awakening.
They welcome the storm,
As should we
Within our daily lives.
It’s funny though,
We usually see a storm as inconvenient.
They embrace the storm with open arms,
As it makes them prosper
And eventually they bloom.
So who’s to say that
The storms we face are trivial worthless troubles?
These things get in our way to only help us rise
And raise us to our higher selves
So that we, too, can awaken.
So next time you’re facing hardships,
Remember one last thing.
You’re experiencing this for a reason,
Although it’s unclear right now.
You will look back on this with pride.
You are Blossoming Daily
And the storm is here to help you thrive.
Our Touch
What is it
To Touch a soul?
To feel a connection,
Something so bold?
Connection to one another,
Or connection to a thing.
Touch isn’t always physical,
Touch can make your soul sing.
Anyone can Touch another.
Could be a stranger or a friend,
Or even an object or a place,
Or things we may not comprehend.
That feeling when your inner self
Feels full of love and light –
You radiate a gorgeous glow,
And everything feels right.
Emotions truly run so deep
When experiencing life.
But what becomes of that graceful Touch,
When we’re experiencing strife?
Touch could be something
So graceful & sweet,
But on the other hand,
Can be so deceitful & weak.
A Touch of love,
A Touch of hate,
No Touch at all,
Makes one insane.
Some prefer to feel any way,
As long as it’s not lonely,
Sometimes things turn to gray
When all you want is someone to stay.
One can Touch the lives of many,
Or many lives can Touch one being,
It all depends your way of seeing others,
And recognizing a true purpose of living.
That’s why we must be conscious
Of how we interact
With every being in the world
So our universe can stay intact.
There’s so much more to life,
Than money, work, or school.
We must Touch each other mindfully
And use this as a tool
To see that we are in this together.
To embrace and uplift each other.
There’s nothing more important in this world,
Than to be united with one another.
*Featured in Clementine Magazine Issue 02: Touch
Egyptian Cotton
Sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains
Telling her to rise & shine, but it’s not time.
She turns over, squeezing her eyes tight.
The sun is hitting her skin just right –
She’s glowing.
Her hair,
The color of fresh coffee,
Is messy, draped around her face.
Her arms wrapped in silk,
Egyptian cotton,
Gently hugging her body.
She mirrors a goddess –
Hypnos, The Tired Beauty.
A breeze rolls in through the open window –
Her toes curl as she wraps herself tighter in the golden sheets.
You kiss her forehead, gazing at the face of the woman you call yours.
So peaceful.
She feels like home.
When she’s beside you, she radiates love
Even in her sleep.
The sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains
Telling you to rise & shine, but it’s not time.
She turns over and squeezes you tight.
“Few more minutes”, she whispers, “before we start our day”,
“But my day has already begun”, you say, “in the most beautiful way.”
Thoughts
Sometimes words pop into my head
Effortlessly and it begins to thread
And weave into something I wasn’t expecting.
Something like a poem or story I’m telling.
Then all of a sudden I’m super distracted
By the words flowing so smoothly. I feel I contracted
Some type of illness that lets my words flow,
My mind goes free and my pen just goes.
It’s funny sometimes because I notice
When I have things to do I tend to focus
On the ease of words and rhymes flowing.
Most of the time I don’t even know where this is going.
So I just let my pen in hand do the talking.
These thoughts don’t move fast, it feels like they’re walking
And taking their time picking my brain
Of the right words to say and to be able to explain
That when I allow my pen to keep moving,
I feel this energy, it’s something soothing.
Like I’m doing what I’m meant to do, which explains the ease.
It’s my superpower, it feels like I’m freed.
It’s amazing how things just work the way they do.
When you let go and you feel an energy fly through you.
Like a river my thoughts are put onto paper;
Free flowing, unstoppable, one with my nature.
It’s a beautiful feeling, I truly am blessed
To have the ability of not putting some thoughts to rest.
To the Universe
I want to thank the universe today
For all the blessings that have come my way.
Your help and guidance and love
Fills me with peace from above.
I know that I am special and I mean a lot to you.
I know this because of what I am able to do;
To make light of struggles and still be able to shine,
To feel the love and strength from the divine.
My energy and life is fueled by you.
To the universe, thank you for all that you do.
Response to “YOU” – Season 1
CAUTION: Contains spoilers.
Everyone was telling me to watch it, so I did. In one weekend. And I loved it. I really didn’t think I was going to like it. I kept saying, “I don’t know how I feel about a show about some creepy guy that stalks girls”. Welp, guess who was wrong.
I’ve been thinking about writing a piece on the reason why viewers love the show “YOU”. Why viewers, including myself, found ourselves rooting for the killer majority of the episodes. Why were we so focused on his explanations and reasoning behind what he did, rather than being focused on what he was actually doing?
The first few episodes my thought process was, “Okay this guy is just weird and a stalker”. But mid-season, it seemed like I was understanding his purpose for doing the things he did. I found myself saying things like, “Aw” and “He’s so caring”, then it hits me; he is literally a crazy person…or is he?
The creators did a great job of portraying Joe as this guy who just, for some reason, really cares about this girl who caught his eye. It’s like he read her (like a book) and knew all of her struggles, and insecurities, and knew immediately that he needed to step in and help her. “Fix” her. It appears that he cares for her well-being, how she’s influenced, who she hangs out with, and that he just wants, what he believes, is best for her.
Viewers are able to see the serial killer, Joe, as someone they find themselves rooting for throughout the series. Why is that? I wonder what the same viewers would see if the entire series of YOU was shown from the perspective of Beck from the very beginning. Although there are some points we can get into Beck’s mind, it immediately brings us back to Joe, his thoughts, and reasons as to why he is doing the things he does.
The way the show was created emphasizes the reasons that trigger Joe to come to the conclusion that Beck needs people like Benji and Peach out of her life. Joe realized, after snooping around Benji’s social media, and eventually his phone after he kidnaps him, that he was cheating on Beck, doing drugs, and had also accidentally killed someone. There was no way that Joe could let this kind of person intoxicate her life. Peach, on the other hand, seemed that she was onto Joe the minute that she met him. Trying to hint that she was keeping an eye on him, Joe decided to keep a closer eye on her. After snatching her laptop at a party, Joe finds folders and folders of pictures of her friends saved on her computer; almost as if it was a backup blackmail sanctuary she had just in case she needed to tear someone down. He finds pictures of Beck and this is where he knew he had to do something about Peach. And, as it just so happens, after these people are taken out of Beck’s life, she begins to thrive with her writing and seems happier in general. Joe picks up on this and truly believes that he has done something good. And so does the audience, for the most part, right?
Unfortunately, some things can’t be kept secret forever. Once Beck and Joe’s relationship started unraveling, you knew some crazy shit was about to go down. When Joe comes to the assumption (then conclusion) that Beck is sleeping with her therapist, he’s ready to go after both of them. When confronted, Beck straight-up lies and really makes him believe that she isn’t cheating. Everything is fine and dandy and Joe leaves to get breakfast. I’m not sure about you, but as soon as Paco told Beck his secret hiding place in the ceiling, I knew it was over. That’s it. He has to kill her. There is zero chance that she wouldn’t look above Joe’s toilet, there’s zero chance that she wouldn’t freak out, and ZERO chance he would let her leave that building.
Let’s face it, once you get put in that box, you do not come out alive (Besides our good pal Will). Now some of us didn’t want Joe to kill Beck. Maybe some of us did. I, personally, think she should’ve hit Joe one more time with that mallet to make sure he was definitely out cold before running up the stairs screaming. However, I was shocked that Paco really just left her there. I know he was covering Joe, just like Joe covered for him, but still, pretty cruel.
Anyway, I think it really did have to come to Joe killing Beck. I mean, she found all of the items from every person he killed, and her own things, too. How would he really explain that? She just had to go looking in the spot Paco mentioned. But why? Why would you look there? Truthfully, I want to know what she thought she was going to find. Then, it just so happens, that one second, she put her phone down, and the most important text message she was ever going to get came through. “Be home in 5”.
In the end, depending on how you looked at their relationship and how you viewed both Joe and Beck’s actions throughout the first season, you were either satisfied, heartbroken, or just emotionally messed up at the end of season one. I for one was left wanting MORE. Were you?
Stay tuned for my next post and my response to season two! You won’t want to miss it!
Images
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I recreate moments, wrinkles in time.
Images instilled in my mind.
And I still can’t find the words to describe
My love for you and the feeling that ensues,
That overwhelms my being
Reminding me how lucky I am to have you.
Your arms are like a fortress keeping me safe and sound
From anything that could harm me, even when you’re not around.
Your eyes an open door to comfort and tranquility,
Like nothing else matters but you looking right through me.
Seeing every struggle, every downfall, and anxiety;
Your humble self is always there to remind me
That I am my strength, my power, and my reality.
Even when I struggle, I know that you are proud of me
Overcoming and defeating anxiety
Telling myself “I am not these thoughts”, because that’s what you taught me.
Instilled in my mind is this person who loves me.
Every crevice, nook and cranny,
Every imperfection you see as flawless.
So that’s why images of you are always in my mind.
Your kindness, care, and love keep us always intertwined.
