There’s so much

I have over a dozen topics to touch upon
After looking over my notes, I have 28 pages of thought
When I take inventory of my internal being, there’s nothing there
The brewin’ of my soul’s core is leavin behind rainbow bubbles of desire
I continue to play with those bubbles instead of putting out the flames

~ writing will be a thing ~ soon ~ I hope

Enacted Desires

This was written during one of the nights I processed through much heartache. This particular piece was produced through the thoughts of how difficult it is to live, and love as an empath. I easily get confused by which thoughts are mine and which aren’t when it gets to this point. I tend to make choices based on these thoughts, but then forgetting I may be acting out of desire, and not fact … Many people tend to leave when this happens …

Many believe that desire is suffrage … I do not agree … If the desire that this poem portrays is considered suffering, I need to come up with another word for suffer because these desires are the very things that motivate me. If it wasn’t for these desires, I wouldn’t move. If it wasn’t for these desires, I wouldn’t change. If I am to believe that desire is a form of suffering, I would then have to believe that my motivation is suffering me too.

*Twitch* does not compute … My point is … Desire, passion, and emotion in general is all that encompasses me. If these things are the things that … For lack of a better phrase … Make me suffer … Ick! Not playing the victim, here … But really, if my entire being is encompassed by the things people consider to be suffering from, I think it’s healthy for me to desire a partner who can ease those emotions. When I find someone who does that, I fall in love, in some kind of way.

I pick up, and recycle energy all the time. I do it by choice, yes! Sometimes When I go to recycle it, funny things happen to me. The personal growth that came with this poem is definitely one of the happiest, funny things since I started recycling energy on a healthier level. Then, sometimes love gets the best of me, and i forget who’s energy is who’s. It sucks when that happens …

But here is one of my poems … Enacted Desires …

The thought of …

… Your bare chest against my back

Leaves me to rest my heavy head on your shoulder

… Your muscular arms wrapped around my body

Leaves me to release my overworked empathic shield into your embrace

… Your strong base grinding against my ass

Leaves me to exhale my exotic words into your ear

… Your sturdy limbs intertwined with my limbs

Leaves me to feel blessed in our web of secrets

The desires of …

… You softly whispering “Hello” in my ear

Leaves me to say “I love you”

… You unknowingly giving sensation to my body

Leaves me to move with approval

… You unexpectedly sharing insight to my soul

Leaves me to smile with enthusiasm

… You continuously releasing energy into my spirit

Leaves me to cry with gratitude

Things are brighter now, because …

… You are my surprise safe place

I wish you knew me

… You are my every desired thought

I pray you hear me

… You are my single worst fear

I trust you love me

… You are my late night dream

I hope you see me