Actuality; From The Eyes Of A Poet. 🦋🔮

All i know is I know nothing at all. Everything is everything & we all need something to believe in. Welcome to my life, and what I believe. Thanks for listening. -Almasi

[haijynx]

finally did it. Made a podcast. Tune in & lemme know how it make you feel. Planting seeds hoping to reach those searching for inner peace; succumbed to what they say freedom & equality mean. just listen cause actually Actuality is different.

Blessings &Tragedies Always Come In 3s. The First Seed in Actuality is Coming to Terms with Reality by Almasi Daliano • A podcast on Anchor

I’m just a master piece trying to master peace, conflicted in my identity; is it the conformity or the real me? Do I want to myself or accep

[haijynx]

The earth is spinning..

I’m here on it feeling rather dizzy..

Cause my thoughts are just pouring out

Bouncing around, just lost..

They’ve forgotten the route to my mouth..

And my fingers it would seem,

As I struggle in the moment to succeed.

To type it down.

To get it out.

I think I need.. Hell I don’t know..

A way somehow to be able to slow..my thinking, sometimes my being..

I need grace and i know I’ll receive it.

All that I’m praying now is for clear eyes to be able to see it.

I miss them all in different ways,

That somehow seem to hurt the same..

I miss me too and that’s what’s strange..

I thought that I survived,

And I did..

But— who remains..?

Isn’t me you see,

I’m not who I used to be.

And I understand growth,

I’m talking about losing,

The parts of me I NEED…

[haijynx]

they’ve been saying 2026 is feeling a lot like 2016. and for once, the world and I agree, you see however, I’m not sure what that yet means to them. for me, at least, it was life at its peak. hope all around, everyone was grounded and learning to float. imagination was vast, endless, beautiful. what’s scary is, 2016 was also the calm before the storm.. before all the tables turned, before everything got ripped.. real life the moments before my peace of mind was stripped.. before my first safe space became a memory.. I think about it endlessly.. wondering if somehow, I died too? mentally, cause it seems now I’m stuck on a loop.. except it’s a maze that gets longer and more complex with time, because it’s my mind.. and plot twist, I’m actually still alive. so I suppose my real question, is : is this the calm before the storm and I should brace for impact? Or is this just another wave, and we gotta try and ride it out..

[haijynx]

dear you,

how have you been, truly?

any success, in your search for serenity?

tell me,

what have you found?

I’m longing to know..

what have you lost?..

like what did you gain?

what part of your soul did it cost?

your eyes are where it shows.

that’s the reason why I know..

you’re in need of some space,

a chapter break, a cleanse.

a moment to be able,

to romanticize existence again.

to celebrate the wins.

from the tiniest of them all,

to wins that are gargantuan.

are you running around, frantically?

trying to commender your thoughts..?

so you can wipe out all the negative ones.

create good ones you want.

let them inspire and motivate you,

to use the negative thoughts,

as redeployed energy used to breakthrough..

the confines of your mind,

that shrunk the more it got full.

you’re ’free’ now,

just claustrophobic hoping that,

no one’ll notice..

or come too close, for that matter

just keep it together,

conceal don’t feel, here it works better

no one to mediate your rage

no one to bring comfort to your pain

I fear, we need a sorcerer..

to release you from this curse..

you can do it darling,

show the monster where it hurts.

or stuff your feelings in some pasta,

& eat until they’re all nothing more than a myth, a fading delusion, a dream.

it’s time to wake up,

clean your plate,

wash and put it away.

you’re okay, you’re fine.

just stay out of your mind..

it’s under construction..

& it’s been through enough destruction..

-a.

[haijynx]

a poem I wrote when McSteamy (Eric Dane) passed away. 🕊️🙏🏽

the carousel keeps spinning,

and you can never get off.

I wonder dear,

how many spins,

does your demise cost…?

not trying to be grim..

though, this spin has been awful brutal..

is hope in hiding…?

or simply dying..?

life’s plane crashed and we’re just here,

barely surviving..

wandering lost,

searching for someone else who’s still alive,

who can help us figure out what to do;

all the while aching, injured and missing a shoe..

sifting through rubble

no clue what to do.

hope might’ve passed away..

though when I cannot say,

I choose to believe that she’s in hiding..

growing stronger everyday.

because she keeps losing vessels,

to life’s little games;

and she needs to do more spreading,

before it’s too late..

[haijynx]

looking for a pen pal. I just wanna vent and sent novels back and forth about life and love and spirituality and humanity and everything. I wanna communicate. I wanna connect again.. no more lovers, absent friends & then there’s me just trying to breathe again. so the doors open I feel the sun and the wind. Deep breathe, (note to self:) pick up the pen..

-AD

415-712-6450

[thoughtkick]

“You’re still my favorite ‘what-if’.”

— just-useless-things // 3 years later

[haijynx]

This

[manifestsoul]

[haijynx]

i claim and receive this 🙏🏼🧿

[nightlyquotes]

“It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.”

— Unknown

[haijynx]

hai 🫠,

It’s been a while; better late than never I suppose.. you know how things go.. you find yourself and lose yourself on a journey for control.. just let it go..

so here’s where I throw up on the page, because I’m far too frantic to be poetic at the moment…

I wanna preface this all by saying that I have already given this to God; I just can’t hold it so I am leaving in here..

I am helplessly lost. Somewhere cold and dark.. the kind of darkness that consumes you in a way that makes you shrink.. the kind of chill that freezes you in place.. and this place.. it’s not comfortable or safe.. & yet and still tragically….. I’m still unable to escape.. self sabotage is all that I’ve retained..

I miss everything… everything I took for granted.. I miss doing my hair, and scratching my back, I miss jumping on tables and counters and things.. I miss the mere essence of being able to truly THINK.. like process - evaluate.. I miss intellect not just being in my reach; but entirely me.. I miss the courage i cultivated as a form of radical self love… I miss the extrovert disguise I created from the ground up.. I miss understanding..

[askyea-poesy]

Release whatever or whoever is causing you stress, heartache, unhappiness, uncertainty, or pain. It's time to shift.

Alex Elle

[perfectfeelings]

“Our suffering is caused by holding on to how things might have been, should have been, could have been.”

— Stephen Levine

[perfectquote]

“When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.”

— Jess C. Scott

[haijynx]

i just wanna be loved.. i just wanna be loved

[creation-help]

STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

[perfectfeelings]

“You must tell yourself, ‘No matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, I’m going to make it.”

— Les Brown

[stay-close]

“Life biggest tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late.”

— Benjamin Franklin

[perfectquote]

“I’m going to tell you a secret: You don’t have to believe every thought that pops into your head.”

— B. Dave Walters