A Collective of Average Poetry

Mostly my poetry to help me start writing again and get better. Feel free to submit your own poetry.

[mediocrepoetssociety]

Wish I could move on...

Sometimes I wonder what it was that drove the wedge in between us... or if our friendship was on a timer to begin with due to the contracts that we've signed.

Sometimes I wish I could throw away everything I believe about the universe just to have been "normal" for one minute. The mixture of youth, drugs, and a search for spirituality the spearhead that shattered the chances of us carrying on.

I wish there was a way to right these wrongs.

But I've settled into the belief that we'll likely never reconvene.

Dancing around each other, side stepping my existence.

I wish an apology could wipe away the stains on the mirror. I wish our realities still had something left in common.

I won't ever forget the words you said to me that night.

The door between us will most likely always remain, but ever since that day I've been afraid to knock. You non response is poison enough, but the possibility of you answering is what scares me the most.

I don't want to die, just to see you again.

But I would.

I wonder how long I waited just to fuck things up again between us?

Just to hear your voice say that you still hate me. That you're going back to sleep, and not to wake you.

Its been 5 years and I hate that I still miss your presence.

[mediocrepoetssociety]

Jordan’s Poem

She deserves more than I can offer her Yet I feel like I should offer what I have

A man going through metamorphosis is all I am But life brings me to a place where I feel it’s necessary to extend myself

I shouldn’t be afraid to show a side of me that I have yet to see Knowing that all journeys have an ending destination Is it wrong to embark on roads unknown

I worry about love loss, pain, hurt, the idea of not being perfect The duality of wanting to care for someone and the risk it takes to experiment with emotions But I promise to hold you as long as my arms feel like home and not a prison I promise to cherish our time spent I promise to work hard at becoming the best partner for you possible without compromising my own path I don’t want to lead you astray from who you are Yet the distance between us will cause us to meet in the middle often Over extending ones self to be fully present is not a problem As long as the sacrifices made are in alignment with our truths

Often times I have found myself falling passionately for the idea of a person Yet now I’m choosing to love the process of learning I seek to truly understand what makes you who you are As long as you can understand my journey and that I too am flawed

The truth is that I am still probably not ready for commitment But we will never play super bowls without practicing games

As long as rules are in place for both of our safety I say let put on our pads, helmet, and charge forwards

I cannot offer you forever, or even tomorrow, as the wind blows we dance within But I can offer you presence in the now moments When you call on me to be there, even when proximity is neigh I can always promise you the time, knowing that you honor my journey knowing that you would never take would could not be given But still confident in my ability to move mountains to see you smile To part seas to see you safe

I’m not asking you for forever, or even for more than you can offer But I am here and willing to walk alongside with you on your journey If you would like to take my hand and wonder.

[mediocrepoetssociety]

BlackMagick

I am the physical manifestation of manifestation energy. I am a free flowing goddess that grants wishes eminently. Smooth velvet magick that conjures up creativity. I am the genie and the bottle and there is no getting rid of me.

You wish isn't my command, it's more of a suggestion. But if you're a vibrational match then I'll walk you in the right direction. I want us all to have things, from our deepest desires. And if you're willing to cast the spell, I light the spark to you pyre.

I feed off burning desire and attention like tinkerbell. Say my name in the mirror 3 times, and like a well...spring I'll rise up to give you life and these libations

But please don't forget to pay respects to the creationess The magick ain't free and you rummaging through my chest. I'll cut that hand off if you try and bite the hand that feeds you.

Black magick is transparent but black magick it hardly needs you. This contract can be cancelled at any time if you neg on obligation Everything must be paid at a price, no price is right vacation.

No studio audience to be the confluence of peer pressure. If Black Magick ain't feeling the love then no more dare weather.

Don't forget that this energy cast in me can call up mother nature for downpours so sinister you cannot find shelther. The Black in black magick if for you to realize that doing Black Magick dirty could cost the sight in your eyes.

The dimming of your bright future and the pitfall for your demise. This is not a goddess bad bitch you want to be on her bad side. For all the great I give I can give you a lot worse The same magick manifestation can manifest a black curse.

I don't use my magick for evil. But my magick is a mirror. If you give black magick love, honey I'll make your future clearer, I'll spread nothing much cheer and eliminate your pain.

But if you give black magick scorn then I'll return that back with shame. If you give black magick hate, that'll turn into depreciation.

See the power of black magick has built and destroyed nations. Those Roman and Greek myths that you learned is history... Helen of Troy, Persephone, Aphrodite It's all me.

I came back to reclaim some love lossed and lose lies. Shed ties and let you understand who am I.

Transmutued energy transmitted at frequencies, untethered by who you think that I am and might be. This history lesson would blow a head gasket If you were to sit here and listen to the way I have always been in reverence.

My magick is potent potion and equally as potent poison This ying yang, twin flame, dance through the decades Has me feeling as if I should give in to my own game.

Black Mistress Magick personified in a Black Man born to the religion of Arabs and Afghans Molded by a society who's taken up arms to raise him and convince him he isnt just magick only one of them.

Oh no boys, the patriarchy has never been strong enough to contain the truth of wild one. Breaking through shackles placed on ancestral backgrounds, blood is the price paid to have such a path now.

Honoring Moon, Sun, Venus, God and Goddess. This mountain I'm climbing so packed with abundance. Human experience so delightful and spiteful I dance in the wind and I Howl in the night soo

Fulfilled with experiences and joyous relations Glow so full of love no need for retaliation.

Magick never forgets but magick is poised to forgive and hold up to the honor and integrity of it. These contracted souls building infrastructure so deep that the foundation work shake when I speak. Won't move with the mountains as I cast down these spells and create from dirt and earth my playground.

See magick is timeless, big baby and brother, a cousin, a friend, a father and mother. The whole family encompassed in a map with it's own vision to treasure but only the kind of treasure you can find if you believe in...

MAGICK

[mediocrepoetssociety]

No Title

I've been choking on words and feelings of inadequacy

Trying to pinpoint the factors that contribute to my emotional instability Its like looking through a kaleidoscope of my life

Old memories tossed and turned into and onto each other A mixture of complex thoughts and feelings

I wonder how I can get to the root of my problems I wonder how long it will take me to see my own mistakes Finally coming to rise above the surface

Insecurities blocking my path to happiness To self love How is it that time has not eroded the walls built so long ago

These walls no longer protect me but inhibit me from moving forward What was once an arms length away now miles apart

I wonder if I'll see you at the end of my tunnel Or if time will slowly let us drift away from each other

Too much time away from what may be deemed important Too much time wasted trying to procure an object that was never to be yours An object who's free will allowed it to travel Right out of the reach of your finger tips

It hurts right now to look into the world and see the reality that i have created for myself It is even harder to see life as a painting and you the artist Tortured at the sight on a mangled masterpiece yet to have life breathe into it Just a myriad of dull hues is mismatched colors

No semblance of conscious thought Just a reflection of what happens when we let our mind wander without purpose

The rantings and ramblings of crazed and manic moments Thoughts and ideas that will never be understood

No wonder why the great artists of the world are often depressed For the patron never knows what goes in to making the masterpiece. And though it may be loved and revered, the weight of the truth of the emotions that fed it can only be felt by one. And that weight is a burden that will follow the artist forever. Even after the paint has dried

[psych2go]

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[sad-sacque-ducky]

The second one is VERY important; *** being ostracized is more mentally damaging than being bullied. ***

Don’t know how many ways I can say this; being told “go away”, ignored completely when you speak, being chosen last for teams all say “you are worthless to us”

Kids think they are being nicer by not picking on someone that annoys them, and they are right. However, at least when a child is being picked on, however horribly, it means their existence has been noticed and has caused a reaction.

The cool kids hate it when the teachers pick the teams or assign students to work together in group. The ostracized kids are always relieved (of course by this point many would rather work alone after years of being rebuffed). 

We need to teach our children not only to not bully and belittle, but to also be inclusive; to respond in some sort of non-negative way to kids they would rather ignore. It’s not easy, but being told by a peer that they are worthy of positive notice could improve - and maybe even save - a life.

[fuck-customers]

Lmao this American girl walked up to a Hungry Jacks (Burger King) register with her drink and really, really loudly (I was at the other side of the place) proclaimed: “I asked for Lemonade, you gave me Sprite” in a really bitchy, entitled voice.

The cashier (and everyone within earshot) just looked at her like “the fuck is wrong with you”

In Australia, Sprite IS lemonade as far as we’re concerned.

Enjoy your 90c refund you cheap ass ho.

[jhenne-bean]

“Sprite IS lemonade as far as we’re concerned”

[freshest-tittymilk]

@fleamont can you verify?

[movednowbye-deactivated20221103]

Yeah this is correct. Lemonade is sprite. Clear fizzy liquid type thing. Solo is closer to what American lemonade is but we don’t actually have what you guys consider lemonade anyway so she was never going to get what she wanted lmao.

[freshest-tittymilk]

Y'ALL AIN’T GOT LEMONADE?!?!??

madness…

[kingjaffejoffer]

“we don’t actually have what you guys consider lemonade“

[thetallblacknerd]

That entire continent exists on a different realm of existence

[blasianxbri]

What the… Lmao

[yosoyleche]

Why is it called lemonade then? 🤔

[fiontan]

@casualswfan What is wrong with you guys?

[seascrapes]

IT IS THE SAME DAMN THING. You Yankees and your fifty brands of the same :P

[fiontan]

LEMONADE AND SPRITE ARE NOTHING ALIKE

[verdytai]

Things heating up in the drink fandom

[fairytalesandimaginings]

I’m pretty sure the same is true in the UK at least was in 2010 except Sprite didn’t seem to be a common brand so I’d ask for Sprite get blank looks eventually figured out to ask for lemonade 

[questions-within-questions]

Sprite is a recognised brand here, but it’s not omnipresent, it is also considered a brand of lemonade.

[larena]

This is fucked up.

[tparadox]

Sprite: lemon-lime soda (pop/carbonated beverage). Lemonade: lemons, water, and sugar. Still.

[zarekthelordofthefries]

LEMONADE IS NOT CARBONATED WHATT HEFUCC CK ARE YOU ALL DOIGN

[taiey]

Living? Sensibly?

Also on what planet does Sprite have lime in it.

[romansnow]

Sprite, the lemon-lime flavored carbonated beverage, is made on Earth.

Earth is the third planet from the Sun, the densest planet in the Solar System, the largest of the Solar System’s four terrestrial planets, and the only astronomical object known to harbor Sprite.

The people of Earth are known as “Earthlings” or “Spriteloids” interchangeably (although not to each other).

[elsandifer]

At least in the UK, if you order lemonade you’ll sometimes get Sprite, but if it’s proper it’s a lemon soda akin to the Italian gassosa - less sweet than Sprite.

[froborr]

Oh shit, I’ve had gassosa, it’s AMAZING.

[elexuscal]

I just want to say that the whole ‘lemonade and Sprite are interchangeable’ is pretty common throughout Asia as well, in my experience

[kingkilling-and-stormlight]

@bre-e-e-e what madness is this?!?!?!?!

[bre-e-e-e-deactivated20170219]

@kingkilling-and-stormlight so… what you are all saying is. Lemonade is … not fizzy… in America?

[lierdumoa]

You guys have orange juice at least, right? Grapefruit juice? In the US, Lemonade is a juice, like orange juice, but made with lemons instead of oranges. You can buy “fresh squeezed lemonade” at many restaurants and fast food venues. Typically it’s diluted a bit with sugar water, so the sour flavor of the raw lemon juice isn’t so overpowering. 

In the south, it’s very common for people buy whole lemons and make their own lemonade at home using a citrus juicer.

[monanotlisa]

In Germany, you’d ask for “Limonade” and yeah, you may get a Sprite or a Fanta; it’ll always be a fizzy nonalcoholic drink and usually come in lemon, lime, orange flavor. Only in healthfood or hipster establishments would it ever be an actual juice drink.

[minim-calibre]

As a fan of homemade rosewater lemonade, I am twitching at the thought of sickly sweet carbonated beverages that taste like they were invented by someone who may have been in the same room as a citrus fruit once but can’t remember what it actually tastes like being called lemonade.

[orcasocks-blog]

Wtf did y'all think beyonce was talking about????

[scuttleboat]

oh wow I hadn’t even considered that. Like millions of people worldwide hearing the album title but not understanding what lemonade means even on the most superficial level.

[maramcgregor]

This is so epically disturbing. Lemonade is such an integral part of spring and summertime. I just … this breaks my brain and my heart. The cultural references too. Just, all the American shows that reference lemonade and people in other countries are thinking Sprite? There’s a reason kids do freshly squeezed lemonade stands. You can’t buy it like that from a store. And there’s nothing quite like screwing it up and getting the sugar ratio wrong. And parents grinning through the too sour or too sweet mess and praising your efforts. Lemonade Is a Thing.

[fastphoridae]

Wait does that mean Aussies make Shandies with sprite?????

[pandor-pandorkful]

Does this mean a significant portion of the global population don’t know what to do when life hands you lemons?

[fozmeadows]

Yes, Australians make Shandies with our carbonated soft drink lemonade, though if you’re using it as a mixer, you’re less likely to be using Sprite and more likely to be using Schweppes, which looks like this:

Like. We absolutely have a concept of flat, juice-based lemonade, but as an earlier commenter said, it’s a niche hipster speciality rather than the default, and even then, it’s still going to be premade rather than fresh. 

[jeremiagoeswoah]

OH GOD THAT’S WHY AMERICAN CHILDREN CAN MAKE IT AND SELL IT SO EASILY. I ALWAYS WONDERED HOW KIDS COULD MAKE A CARBONATED DRINK AT HOME.

[ryblogs]

[allnjstn-deactivated20250522]

Reblogging for Beyonce. This thread is gold.

[gaycoffeelover]

@cresselian

[mediocrepoetssociety]

Yo this fucked me up so thoroughly. I'm the first to say my country is wrong nd evil and fucked up....but how did y'all not get lemonade right?! Like how did the English word lemonade not get to Australia before the concept of sprite

[pinkfloydd]

[motherpup-blog1]

outrageously good looking family

[thestray]

Can I date a family?

[wowmelanin]

I mean…shit good question…

[mediocrepoetssociety]

Unfff

[mediocrepoetssociety]

✨🔑Musing for ARTISTS I laLaLOVE🔑✨

✨🔑Musing for ARTISTS I laLaLOVE🔑✨ To be invited and allowed to inspire art for him.... To let a man like this build himself with my influence is the deepest honor and PURPOSE of being a catalyst of intimacy. I am the LOVE I want to see in the world!!! I finally have my potency directed towards those ready and ravenous for my particular.... let's say flavor... of Musing!! We met once, Izzy and I but both of us have carried his growth as a privileged but never as THE focus. That's part of the potency of Wombyn. Part of our true magic... It's not our Pussy Power!!!!.... or our sex for manipulation.... It is lack of fear when we hold not only our own fullness, but also, fearlessly, interact with men's fullness. Thank you dear Izzy for your arrival in my life... TO usher you into service of the the feminine and to place you where my sisters could be helped by your magnificence. Thank you for trusting my knowing of how to develop this with you. You touched and shifted many of us ladies that weekend, and allowed me to guide you in purrfect timing and pufffect grace for you and us all to be received. Men, the most EXTRAORDINARY men, like you are trusting me these ways... allowing me to show you more of you so you can be whole and in turn give your wholeness to my sisters... and to the right ones... Bless it LIFE IS SO GOOD!!! Bless your life Izzy Everything for you and to you my dear sisters... I do hope the men who shape and touch me so will one day be allowed into your sacred domain to be of service to you as well!!! aho! bless it be i love you xoxo Muse Magdalene

[mediocrepoetssociety]

To Honor My Muse

When It comes to you, words have a tendency to harden in my mouth, fall from my lips, and place themselves underneath my feet. Tripping me ever so slightly as I stumble to move forward. Pretty wombyn have always been my weakness. But to call you a weakness would be unfair to the truth For you have always been a source of strength in my life I, unable to write these words until now, finally see. Why until now I have been tripped up. Because then, I was not the Eye, that I am now And I was unable to see. The mother Goddess Muse brings to me knowledge of Self. As well as the Awareness of others. My consciousness grows with her gifts. Allowing me to embody more and more of the wholeness of I AM. The mirror reflected show me what I am missing, the the mirror reflected also shows me what I can become. I had no words for this moment, until this moment because time ago I was young and had not fostered yet the lessons of my experiences. For I had yet to truly experience. But now, now I face myself with eyes less degrading, with knowledge and truth of myself. No longer afraid to see the truth of my being. Yet able to understand that the journey of self love is not yet complete. April 12th I met a Muse and for the life of me couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t able to convert our time together into literally art. Words are written from feelings and experiences and the only feeling I had was that I needed to experience her more. And the more I experienced Muse the more I understood my inspiration. Because the more I experienced Muse, the more I grew, the more i learned, and the more I was inspired. Inspired to say Thank You. Thank You for being a mirror. A mirror to my soul that helped me see everything that at the time I was not. A guide to my heart that helped me love myself as I love the family I try so desperately to protect. And a savior, a savior who was able to rescue me from the version of myself who was unable to see himself for the truth that he is. The purpose of the Muse isn’t just to inspire but to make you experience. Experience an emotion, a thought, a memory that sparks the creative drive of the creator. But this Muse is different, this Muse will inspire you to grow to levels you never thought you could reach. This Muse will inspire your life together. This Muse will align you to your path. The person who promised you this poem and the person giving it to you now are not the same person. And for that I must say you are pretty damn good at your job.

[mediocrepoetssociety]

Love In A Partnership

The best part of a partnership is deep seeded understanding that there is no such thing as perfection, only symbiosis. There is no such thing as a mistake or failure, for every accident, every slip up is another moment of inspiration. "How can we make this work?", "What are we doing wrong?", "Oh shit, that was cool!", "Let's try that again." The sounds of two people focused on one goal... Have fun first, kick major ass second. Even when we fumble, we fumble together, we fumble in unison. Maybe one of us is still standing and has to help the other off the floor. Maybe we're both on the floor, laughing, questioning how thing's have gone so awry. Maybe perfection does exist and it's exemplified by our resolve. Even cleanly landed tricks don't have the same zing unless we both feel it. We practice again until we are both proud of the results. I have the pleasure to have a partner who is not only my elder, but my opposite. I say pull less, you say pull harder, I flow to the left, and you flow to the right. Overcoming this "obstacle" for most would be daunting. But for me, not only do I enjoy the challenge but the reward is so much better. Neither of us conform to the other's will or desires, in fact we both kinda just tackle the same problem 2 different ways and then somehow meet in the middle. Oh, "The Middle". They say the state of flow is when one is so involved in an activity that everything else around seems to cease and fall away. Leaving only the one and the activity. The Middle however is this same idea but shared between two people. Two people cannot both be symbiotic while maintaining two separate flow spaces, the two flow spaces must merge and become one. When our minds, bodies, and flow merge, they meet in the middle. This flow space, 1000x stronger than what one could create on their own. Enhanced by dual experience, dual memories, dual passions. We, if only for a second cease being ourselves and we become each other. There are no longer two individuals partners, there is just one partnership. I am not moving and you are not moving, but we are moving. I am not breathing, and you are not breathing, but we are breathing together. That sweet nectar of perfect unison grabs at the back of my throat, needing to be tasted again. To be lived in. This state of being my motivation. There are many people that I can share equal enjoyment in an activity with, but there is only one you. A partner who I can share my being with. My strengths, weaknesses, fears and desires all come up like rising waves while we go through the motions of our flow. You take it all upon you with ease leaving me more refined then when I am with out you. I, conversely, ease the ever present urge to constantly go. While together there is no need to be perfect, time has slowed enough for us to enjoy every morsel of this process. I remind you that together we are here on an adventure and that the adventure is about the journey and not the destination. Together we are able to see each other, be the motivation we each need. The whisper in the other's ear that everything they are doing is fine. The constant reminder that no matter what the mistake or how grave the slip up that they can be, will be and are loved. And that they themselves are LOVE. For without love no union can be true nor is any true union possible. You are my infinite possibilities and also the reminder that I in my own self am infinite. You are my mirror, my partner and my best friend. You in so little time have shown me so much and whenever I'm lucky enough to be in your presence I try to repay that. This was supposed to be an Ode to Us but us could be anybody + me. So really I think this is and Ode to You and all the platonically intimate, creative, silly, and dangerously crazy things that we do.

[mediocrepoetssociety]

She crept into my bones like poetry. One who’s words slowly overtake you with time. As the message slowly enters your system, you start to remember why your mom always warned you about those artsy girls that smoked cigarettes.

Impressionable, your soul was the canvas soon to be vetted as her next masterpiece. Yet the beauty and value in this art child not be appraised. Once this piece went to market it would no longer be the same painting. For this masterpiece was a mirror, a reflection of every emotion poured into it over time.

A culmination of the twisted desires and arbitrary standards we hold for each other. A medley of fears and positive experiences.

I was told she would write on my soul the verses of forever, yet she was not to be the singer of the song.

I never understood the justified warning signs of love.

They only came after she was already gone. Memories that replay loud like an ambulance constantly driving around and around in your head.

I think back on how I was warned that I would become just another painting, a reflection of an artist troubled, unable to speak out against the beauty that she had made me.

Her heart’s voice became my expression. Not verbally but subtle imprint on my soul that says to be reading this means that you have gotten close enough to erase the coffee stains I left on his heart. To be reading this, means that you are a greater artist than I. And you have found your masterpiece.

[floatingforwardforeverpondering]

Deliberate Disobedience

She never seemed to feel the same way he did, about being deliberately disobedient.  It’s not that she wanted to disrespect her father, she just never really felt that the rules were worth abiding or perhaps that she, in some fantastic way, could create an exception to them.  

[mediocrepoetssociety]

I rarely post poems that aren't mine, but here's one by a beautiful friend

[mediocrepoetssociety]

She crept into my bones like poetry. One who's words slowly overtake you with time. As the message slowly enters your system, you start to remember why your mom always warned you about those artsy girls that smoked cigarettes. Impressionable, your soul was the canvas soon to be vetted as her next masterpiece. Yet the beauty and value in this art child not be appraised. Once this piece went to market it would no longer be the same painting. For this masterpiece was a mirror, a reflection of every emotion poured into it over time. A culmination of the twisted desires and arbitrary standards we hold for each other. A medley of fears and positive experiences. I was told she would write on my soul the verses of forever, yet she was not to be the singer of the song. I never understood the justified warning signs of love. They only came after she was already gone. Memories that replay loud like an ambulance constantly driving around and around in your head. I think back on how I was warned that I would become just another painting, a reflection of an artist troubled, unable to speak out against the beauty that she had made me. Her heart's voice became my expression. Not verbally but subtle imprint on my soul that says to be reading this means that you have gotten close enough to erase the coffee stains I left on his heart. To be reading this, means that you are a greater artist than I. And you have found your masterpiece.

[mediocrepoetssociety]

She inspired me and she destroyed me But not necessarily in that order

[starlostlovers]

The Transitive Property of Love:

I love you, and you love him, so I love him. And what ever sequence of events that brought you to me I do not refute. But to harbor you as my own while your heart belongs to another is the opposite of chivalry. My obligation is to you, and your heart, first and foremost. Not to the appeasement of my desire.

If you want for him and I want for your happiness, than is it wrong for me to want him as you do? For me to see his light in your eyes. Am I being untrue to myself by taking the backseat in your heart so as to mend the falling fracturing pieces. Is it wrong for me to sidestep my ambitions to be the glue that restores your heart to the flourishing forest it once was.

Just that image alone makes it worth it. The idea of your heart radiating love, from a capacity that knows no bounds. You show me ways of being I never knew existed. Swayed me into believing that which was impossible before you. No wonder I do not mind being the foundation from which you can rebuild yourself; For it is you that is doing me the service.

The Cancerian yearns to hold house & home first, and with you my dear child I can be, the fulfillment of my inner self. For when I am the nurturer I am happy. For when love surrounds me I am happy. And when you are happy I am fulfilled.

We shall both overcome the hindrance of the universe’s lessons. Our union leading us to fulfillment of our most high desires. You are here for me as I am here for you. The reasons, the same. To learn, grow, heal, survive, and then thrive.

I honor your Goddess as a divine deity who’s fire know no bounds. My water is present so as to combine and make steam. The air that carries all passions and desires. Our union is the birthing of divine love. For us to come together is for the transformation of the greater whole. As we grow, our divinity spread to enhance to power of co-creation within our midst. 

We are Solomon’s touch, infecting those surrounding with the definition of light through love and virtue. Though we are currently two fractalized pieces of contrasting experience, we within the presence of each other will grow into the over-arching consciousness that heals Gods & Goddesses alike.

And with time he will come back, and she will come. And we will thank them both for their absence. For without it two broken hearts may have remained as such, unable to be completed, like a porcelain plate shattered on the floor. Once again remade, but never the same as before. The structural weakness a scar of the past. Always able to be exploited.

But we are not that, we are the idea of wholistic and holistic health. The power that comes from aligning to the path of transformative  transmutation. Transitioning from fragments to fixated. Puzzle pieces of a mural that paints a picture of our souls together in the eyes and arms of our other halves.

Bring onto us the experience that makes every dream a reality. Breath in the universal guidance and exhale all doubt and tribulation. We have made it so far to give up now and i can taste the synchronicity on my tongue.

I love him as you love her. We, as a family, united.

[mediocrepoetssociety]

Because You Inspire Me 12/18/14

My heart yearns for her's in a way that says "Don't worry about the pain everything will be alright" I love her in the way that say " I'm here with you and if you could only see what I see & know what I know you would no longer be scared" I look at her with eyes that say "I will protect you until I die, and once I'm gone I will come back just to look after you some more".

I live in a world where faeries and incarnation exists. I live in a world run by deliberate creation So if I ever had a choice in anything I do The fact that I'm here with you now is only proof of my words.

The feelings inside me only echo past encounters and memories of times spent together. You may have been my daughter, you may have been my wife but regardless of previous occupations you've held in times past The thing that remains consistent is you & I.

If This life is a metaphor for anything we know Then let us know that we'll always be together. And if our circumstance is a metaphor for how life is to be lived Then let us know that we both learn & grow inconsistently at our own rates.

But with that growth we expand And with that growth we remember And regardless of the distance between us Our growth is what leads us back to one another Because eventually we will grow so big that the only choice we have Is to implode on ourselves; To shrink galaxies to the size of sand grains To create more room to find ourselves, more room to run freely, more room to explore what we call reality.

Eventually we get so big that the only two beings we see are each other. And we see ourselves within each other. So we lose ourselves to find each other. But we find ourselves when we lose each other But we are ourselves so we find each other when we lose our selves.

Does it makes you wonder?

[free-hugs-free-kisses]

She is my soul. Not like we’re soul mates and I’m in this super intense universal love connection. She literally is my soul. A reflection of who I am and what I’ve gone through time and time again through many millennia of life times. She is the part of me that rose the highest, but fell the...