Meader's Mind

Leave your sanity at the door. You need no anchors here.

[meader]

The Thaw

You’re coal - against the world you’re cold, to yourself you’re closed. Laying terrified a spark will ignite a fire inside and when you do go up in flames they won’t be able to contain you. I for one can’t wait to see your Spring bloom; You’ll paint the sky where you’ve shone and singe the feathers of the Phoenix so that it can be born. You’ll be worn by every torch, your song voiced by every chorus. You’ll be the savior of the masses with your effervescent warmth. Right now you show a rock, you feel a stone, alone, and furled - Yet… You cast no shadow, like a flame, I see you thawing out our world.

[sanddollarpoems]

Every once in a while

I need you to put away

Your lense of pessimism

And lend a hand to the solution

[simply-eno]

Might I make the suggestion,

Of looking past the optimism?

My lense of pessimism is protection,

We fear the edge of this schism.

[purplemonkeysexgod69]

I pour the solution onto my lenses,

cleansing the pessimism off,

leaving only the broken frames.

[sanddollarpoems]

What you seem to forget

Is that my own pessimism

Is enough to keep me

From making the moves that I should

[meader]

‘Tis it not better to live in beauty

And be surprised by the shadows

Than live in darkness

And be burned by the sun?

[sanddollarpoems]

Acidic

The lack of reason is what kills me

I breathe the same breath

I keep my distance

I do my best to be conscious

But there's nothing in the middle

Maybe it's good that there's still passion

Maybe it's a sign of life

Or maybe the sea is growing teeth

To better serve the mastication

Of our toxic waste

Either way

I feels very much like an ending

[meader]

I used to see myself in black and white; devoid of colors

I used to pray to see the sun some day.

But lately I have seen the green and red that make up summer

My skin is flush and warm; alive in rays

I’ve felt the ice that built around my frozen feelings melting

In the pool that’s forming rainbows shine

As from the darkest parts of life you’ve made yourself a prism

Refracting all that was, to beauty’s side

With each day I get to bask within your effervescence

I count my luck in scores and sing our tune

For every beat I get to hold your heart beside my own now

I feel completed, see my soul in hues.

[meader]

Harmonize

I spent a thousand nights alone. It took a thousand nights for me to realize what I wanted all along had been beside me and been asking for my voice to sing our song… but I sat mindlessly and hummed a mellow tune - you must have heard it cuz you came to me with verses fitting rhythm and imbued with spitting images of ghosts of feelings I had held so dearly back a thousand nights ago. And every hour since that moment that our souls connected notes together I have savored every measure fearful of that silence that had shielded me from crying - kept me whole - but too; alone. The only bar I need now seats upon it chords I saw within your eyes, and when our lips collide I hear a beat and I’m inspired - Turned my instruments to airplane tickets, flew across the world to listen, wishing I could stay - not visit - basking in your symphony. If it’s meant to be I’ll hear your music every night I’ve left to see, it’s what I’ve always wanted, didn’t know until I heard you sing the purest song yet borne of beauty - our refrain - You and Me.

[meader]

I’ve nary opened my eyes and yet already you have flooded my thoughts with; beauty, love, happiness and so I smile. I was just existing in a sleep world where my mind was crafting everything that I could ever want yet when I’ve woken to reality I’ve somehow found myself with more than I could ever dream in You. 3 inches or 3 thousand miles, still my heart reaches for Your soul alone through longing, poems, and ceaseless thoughts, I’ll truly never get enough of Us.

[meader]

Her self reliance is necessity

Her kindness is a choice

Her defiance an amenity

Her mind is a sword

Boundless attraction

A radiant breeze

Carelessly beautiful

In the truth that she breathes

Insatiably refining

Electric to the touch

Ingratiated pining

I am lost to the rush

Uses reason as a weapon

Honesty her trade

I’ve fallen for her madness

Lost in the waves

And I’ll happily be lead

Out to sea by her song

Because her voice inside my head

Is what I’ve wanted all along

[meader]

The way we fit together is immaculate I can’t forget the moments when we hold each other close are where my soul now lives. The thought of us remaining apart, it feels like sacrilege. A part of me is beating in your heart I hope I never miss a chance to make you smile, file down the ties that bind you, be a breath when you feel suffocated, eyes when you feel blinded. You’re the prism giving focus to the wildness inside me and I’ve given you my mind and every thought within - I’m finding that the fire in my chest has been ignited once again and I’ll be happily consumed by Love, as long as you’re beside me.

[meader]

I’m addicted to thinking of you, perpetually picture us two, our souls aren’t aligned they’re entangled - love pulsing furiously through.

[meader]

I’m thankful that the English language grows in text every year ‘cuz I have yet to find a set that can express just how I feel. I’ll tell you that you’re stunning, beautiful, or lovely, gorgeous, sexy, hot, and fetching yet these terms mean nothing next to how you strike me; you’re bewitching. I’ll be simping for you wishing words would be enough but truly you’re unique in just how much you make my heart erupt.

[meader]

I sit here thinking how to say this jumping thought to thought to thought and now I’m pacing ‘round my place and standing spot to spot to spot;

From where you sat to where we kissed and where we laid and where I lost the tethered anchor that once held me at the bottom of a loch.

I told you home feels rearranged but truthfully it’s me who’s changed. All rhymes and rhythms born in ink have you their focus, their refrain

I’ve surely said these words before in different order, broken voice. In dreams I’ve screamed from mountain tops your name unrecognized when woke.

But now in day I hear rebounding back from every surface and I feel you Echo in my heart with newly fervoured purpose

You’re immersive to me, all consuming, nourishing my soul is blooming, I’ve not lost myself in you but rather find my self renewed. Unknown in two I was but with your touch I’m back to one; it feels unnerving still to say it but the truth is I’m in Love.

[meader]

I’d sink a hundred hours into lining words in ways to make you smile for a single second. Im unbalanced in your presence cuz my thoughts and heart are lifting to the stars while eyes unblinking lock on yours; refuse to move.

Our minds once grew, a thousand miles parted, toward each other; now I wonder how I ever felt complete without you in my head. There’s discomfort in this moment but the low is nothing next to what I feel when we’re together. Skin to skin conducting currents as you glow before me; sun and stars forsaken for your smile, I feel missing when you’re missing.

[meader]

Anteros

I’d prayed for days unnumbered that my hands would turn to flame again so I might melt the ice that numbed them yet the freezing still remained.

Once tossed a spark I let it fizzle on my fingertips frustrated as I failed to understand that all my prayers were being answered.

Winter over winter, still my digits longed for heat but now my mind had stripped the room that once held hope completely clean.

Then a lightning strike reminded me that warmth has many forms so maybe fire wasn’t quite the source of what I’m really looking for.

And like a glove I’ve worn before that fits my fingers flawlessly and forms around my palm providing warmth where winter slept for years.

Weaved of yarns once written off as mythical; to think that they were turned into a perfect tailored pair of mitts just for me.

A match unlike the burning one I dreamed so very long ago brought feeling back and filled my emptied rooms with summer’s shining glow.

A foolish boy to think that flames alone may leave one smitten - a wisened man now humbled; thankful for his mittens

[meader]

Echo

Brashen, bold, unbridled

In both beauty and in nature

Uniquity unmeasured

Even Time cannot replace her

Gears turn endless

Sand through crack

Dials speak with sun aback

This face has worn

Shapeless form

Yet shadows still hold words untorn

A passion once uncaptured

Rosily remembered

Unaquirable taste

Unequivocally enamored

Lightning strikes and fire bursts

Stoke it with a pyre verse

One of death or one of birth

Presented on a bed of burns

Palms outstretched, holding flames

Vision clouds but heat remains

Skin has thawed, blind by night

At last I offer you my light.

[meader]

Star Crossed

You shine: A star refusing to be drowned out by the city lights when deep inside a passion burns and bursts upon the canvas overhead a welcome savior to mine tired eyes.

I pine; for night cannot arrive with too much haste. The light the sun provides strikes not upon the place inside my chest where darkness dances in your graceful glow your very nature springs, imbibing in your waters I’m alive but falter, why would such a life be lived alone? Admired, sure, but fire in a weightless vortex shatters while the same upon a wick becomes a wish - everlasting.

Through time I travelled tearing ‘cross the cosmos for the lifespan of a soul and when at last your source was reached your shine had all been stripped, your burning passion ceased and null. I searched the empty sea of space for who had called my name cross time, and all the while failed to see the light was of itself your being.

[meader]

Restless

Premonitions peak when the shadows smother light

As the ghosts and ghouls all slither forth from deep within our minds.

Separation speaks the sharpest sounds in darkest night

Spewing acrid affirmations that attack us from behind.

Through the useless walls we build,

every demon that we’ve killed,

every toss and turn and tumble,

every hole we’ve tried to fill

sneaks and snakes the things that shake

our very frame, we lie awake.

It’s these helpless, hopeless moments hiding deep within our sheets

That we must learn to beat if we ever want to sleep

Peacefully.

[meader]

Speeches From Your DM

*After being told a story about how a player came to find their Sprig of Mistletoe Wand as a druidic focus and it’s meaningful, heart-felt ties to her family*

I suppose you would like that I tell you that this is a special wand. That this leafed sprig of wood holds powers beyond those of all others, different from every other wand before. And for you, I can tell you that this is true. This focus, when wielded by Loralynn, holds a weight unseen - but felt deep inside by those who care to listen. This, my elven sister, is the very nature of sentience. We tie bits of ourselves to all that we own - all that we cherish - and we watch as they decay in tandem with ourselves, the smell of which is sweet to us alone. The truth of the matter here is the same as anywhere else... The inner potential that this wand has will be gone in an instant when you're free of this mortal coil, for its power is not latent within the fibrous wood you grasp, but in your own heart and mind. And so is the paradox of druidic magic that while those who possess it within them can manipulate the essence of the world without the ingredients or study needed by wizards or a gift bestowed upon them through a pact with an other-worldly being such as a Warlock wields, but they cannot express it without something meaningful to focus their spirit though. A Druidic Focus, my friend, is not just any twig found on the forest floor, it is YOUR twig. So you see, the story you have just told, is the very power you are searching for.