Thank you so much for this Jerico!!! It’s creating an outlet in me that I didn’t know I needed 🥺 A daily practice to not only feel emotios in a different way, but to practice fighting shame and juuuust writing! I’m feeling love, sadness, awe, frustration and fucking anger in my poems and it feels really expansive! The prompt ‘being seen’ brought along so many emotions and then prompted me to pull some tarot too. Just thank you so much for this 💞💞💞💞
My heart! I really appreciate your kind thanks Shelby. I'm so touched by your willingness and so delighted to hear it's been an expansive journey so far <333
Resistance
Irateness
Scariest
Nastier
Secrets
Resent
Siren
Tear
Sin
All of these are found in RESISTANCE.
What would change if we focused on the light instead?
Act
Seen
Arise
Siesta
Entices
Artiness
Sincerest
Ancestries
Of the 1,172 hidden inside,
Which messages are calling to you?
Really cool poem!!
LOVE! <333
I commit to…
I commit to aliveness.
I commit to depth.
I commit with sharing more
when I “think” there’s
nothing left.
I commit to breathing.
To learning to shapes.
I commit to opening up
to expand the limits
of “safe”.
I commit to love and death and everything
between.
I commit to learning,
to building from a dream.
Thank you so much for this Jerico!!! It’s creating an outlet in me that I didn’t know I needed 🥺 A daily practice to not only feel emotios in a different way, but to practice fighting shame and juuuust writing! I’m feeling love, sadness, awe, frustration and fucking anger in my poems and it feels really expansive! The prompt ‘being seen’ brought along so many emotions and then prompted me to pull some tarot too. Just thank you so much for this 💞💞💞💞
Same here
My heart! I really appreciate your kind thanks Shelby. I'm so touched by your willingness and so delighted to hear it's been an expansive journey so far <333
Resistance
when you’re all tied up
already.. and all ready,
how can you not resist?
Being seen
Threw off the disguise
Well rested
In a smoke filled casket
Flashing light
Mumbles low
behind me now
I gave up the glow
With the help of a friend
And a not-so friend
Clear the airway
I’m on fire
A living ember
No longer trying to hide
beneath the seat
in the front row
A folded placard hangs
I belong on this wall
in this corner
What God is kneeling before me?
I open my heavens.
His tongue whispers into me,
flicks like a serpent
Shudders of breath evoke life
A burst of heat, and radiance emits
As an ocean ruptures
My ecstatic screams penetrate the void.
A little death
I am the Goddess.
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(Missed posting this yesterday)
With curiosity
Enter an era, so tough to imagine
Age is marked by a number
A challenge to fathom
All is not lost,
To a past spent escaping
To divine is a calling
Best expressed while creating
A foundation of courage
Inspired by care
Colorful sprinkles
Delighting the air
A path has been lit
Where it leads, no one knows
Deep well descend into
Splash joy I suppose
God is a heart
breaking
A human hand
holding a hand.
God is a tear falling
A small rain drop
kissing red sand.
God is joy
and pain
and dancing
with you.
God is a voice
shaking
as it cries:
this too, this too.
Very pretty picture u paint here
What god is
A fuzzy feline
Or maybe a chihuahua
For sure not a man
An abundance of time…
An abundance of love…
An abundance of ideas…
An abundance of desires, dreams, thoughts…
An abundance of fears and anxiety…
An abundance of feelings… inadequacy, weirdness…
An abundance of joy…
An abundance of things to create, to do, to give…
An abundance of possibilities.
An abundance of mistakes, of past choices, of choices not made…
An abundance of opportunities not taken…
An abundance of excuses.
There is so much.
And my mind always fixates on the lack of…
On what is not…
On what I wish it was that is not…
There is an abundance of inconformity.
An abundance of not doing anything about it.
An abundance of waining…
An abundance of self-pitying.
And the world… oh the world…
There is an abundance of hate
An abundance of envy
An abundance of lost people
An abundance of people that have been abandoned
Forgotten.
An abundance of pushing, crushing, hurting…
An abundance of greed
And abundance of taking, conquering, owning…
things, people, places…
How I wish there was an abundance of wonder…
An abundance of magic…
An abundance of acceptance, of love
TRUE LOVE
An abundance of togetherness, oneness…
An abundance of hope…
An abundance of remembering…
An abundance of mirrors (not sponges)
An abundance of kairos…
An abundance of people sharing their gifts with the world
An abundance of smiles, of looks, of people BEING with people…
of hugs.
An abundance of the sounds that the breeze makes when they are trees, when they are waves, when they are birds…
An abundance of dreams come true…
An abundance of things that don’t make sense but that we don’t need for them to make it.
And I think there is…
Abundance of all things
Good and Bad
What am I choosing to see?
What do I want to see?
What do I want to receive?
What do I want to give?
What do I want to create more of?
How can I be part of the abundance that I want to see more of?
"An abundance of wonder"... yes please! And I love that you used the word Kairos. Big fan.
An abundance of fur lines my black jeans
(gifts from the only companion I wish near me)
Letters turned confetti strewn across the floor.
My phone dings, muted,
with earbuds blocking repeat knocks on the door.
I decline amid remnants of interactions littered
around me,
to remind me
I choose loneliness at times
for peace.
Dittto
<3333 !
An abundance-
Shelter is available to all
Cruelty created mythology
Preachers of scarcity
Lisps through a forked tongue
Drips from a dangling tag
However,
Earth provides for all creatures
The land is animal
Guarded by leaves & ancient roots
Syphoning from some poor sap
Cheaters
Thinnest skins in the game
Erased the rules
Rewrote them in shit
Blame the victims
In poison promise
Odds flicked out of favor
Bent the corners and counted the cards
And yet
There are millions more of us
Than there are of them
Clad with invisible uniforms
The bombs explode
His Jails exist
Cutting lines in the sand to pinch you out
Or lock you in
With such great abundance
#shittypoetrymonth
(Not super cheery,
maybe it’s the eclipse👽)
<3333 !
An abundance…
I see but don’t
yet understand.
There is medicine here
used for thousands of years.
There is food for hours and
shelter for days.
There is string, rope, fishing
lines.
Fibre to tie, tether, catch,
feed and bind.
An abundance offered free
in one thin, old tree.
That I see
and don’t yet understand.