I remember hearing several years ago that people were getting burnt out on the overuse of the word “mindfulness”, which is super unfortunate. I hope it doesn’t have too many negative associations for you, because it’s a super practical skill!
I don’t pray anymore.
I believe in God. But, you were my temple – my house of worship.
Now, I feel like a prisoner in my own skin – stuck somewhere between heaven and hell.
If love is blind, then you must feel my heart
A collection of fingertips and lips,
signatures of their names left in braille
I drink my fears from a flash made of flesh
loving you was realizing
a fresh dozen of roses
will wilt away some dayIf love is blind, then you must hold my hands
A regret that I can’t write down,
signatures of their names left in braille
I saved your tears inside of a flask
loving you was realizing
the ocean will some day
reach my shores–
a tsunami of emotions
left in a hurryIf love is blind, then I must feel your heart too
is your heart scattered with hieroglyphics too?
it’s such a tragedy to love without eyes
so coat my skin with your taste
and I’ll surrender my feelings
to someone new, but only if I knew better–No wonder why it is hard to open up.
i left my name in braille not on your heart,
but on your lips instead.
so the next time someone kisses you,
maybe they’ll wonder about the ones
who kissed you first.i burn love letters into my skin,
but i can never get it right.
so the next time someone kisses me,
maybe i’ll wonder if it’s real
or just a fling.a fresh dozen of roses,
but they’ll still wilt.
if love is blind,
then i must be blind too.
a poem without a proper ending,
the only way that i know
if you’ve been here or not–
If love is blind and we were in love,
did I see for who you really were
or who I thought you were to me?
Art is the perpetual motion of illusion. The highest purpose of art is to inspire. What else can you do? What else can you do for any one but inspire them?
samedisurterre