SEE FULL POEM
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/09/20/i-moved-that-mountain-poetry/
You can’t see that mountain I moved
I moved it through grooves
Tombs
And empty rooms
Yup just me and God (:
POETRY, RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT….
SEE FULL POEM
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/09/20/i-moved-that-mountain-poetry/
You can’t see that mountain I moved
I moved it through grooves
Tombs
And empty rooms
Yup just me and God (:
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d make it audible
Allowing even the deaf to hear
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d pant it purple
Signifying royalty
And make all the blue disappear
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d relinquish loneliness
And mix this liquid with a prayer
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d give it an automatic reset
So that it would never be in need of repair
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I would never create it
Cold
And salty
Like
This world
https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/braile-poetry
I wish
I only wish
I could write something beautiful
To tame the unsettled beat of my heart
To bring together a union
I push this away before it gets a chance to start
I wish I could weave these vines
And never wish we were crossing into unchartered territory
Imaginary lines
Beautiful was a stone
That tossed pebbles till full grown
My eight by ten outweighs my pin
Writing keeps the dark away
But I long to see you again
Hearts desires often imagine my wants
The journey is deserts away
Leaving claw marks through this hunt
I lose myself in these vines
Eyes so heavy they become part of mine
And we lose ourselves in this beauty
Pregnant
With love
https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/my-valley-poetry
Valleys can either make or break you
My Valley is lonely
Isolated and full of deceit
Forcing me to retreat back to my shell
I call a cell
Imprisoned to my own thoughts
Imprisoned to my own tormented mind
Way beyond the required time
I’m drowning in my own little house of horror
And my “Valley” won’t let me go
Silenced by my own paranoia
Afraid to accept LaToya just for whose she is
My intuition tells me I’m wrong
Because I’ve stayed in this “Valley” way too long
And I dressed it up with my own personal sorrow
Calgon won’t take it away
And Ativan only begs my “Valley” to stay
BUT IT’S MINE
I’ve staked claims on many things
Only to find out they were all frivolous flings
But this “Valley” is mine
And I’m not even sure I want to leave
Scared to retrieve the rainbow after the rain
Not sure how grateful I am for the pain
But at least it keeps me in my “Valley”
Away from the world
That would want nothing more than to eat me alive
My “Valley” helps me survive
I don’t have to talk, smile or converse
And those dreadful hugs that sometimes makes my skin crawl
I often think about leaving this “Valley”
BUT I’M SCARED
When I first got here I promised myself I wouldn’t unpack
I knew when I noticed my toothbrush I had gone so far off track
Some say
“Just step out of the mud”
But until you’ve walked a mile in my shoes
PLEASE DON’T JUDGE
It’s mine and I’m just not ready to leave
SHE WILL NEVER WANT YOU
THE WAY YOU WANT HER TO
AND YOU WILL BE BROKEN
ONCE
AGAIN
BE
CAUSE
SHE
IS
TAINTED
TAINTED BY THE PAST
AND EVEN LOVE DONT LAST
FOOL OF ME!
AND NOW…
I WAIT
AND WAIT
I WAIT PATIENTLY
FOR YOUR SHADES OF GREY
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