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@pennyinpaige
Words can cut your heart, but feelings carve your soul.
Absense of Notes, Depth in the Soul
I have nothing to remind me of you but the fabric of your couches.
I have nothing to think of you as but the feelings of how you treated me.
You left me with nothing but thoughts and touching of skin.
You never wanted me, nothing but what your eyes could hold and your body could feel with my presence.
My soul and bones were never the end goal.
I don't want to love you anymore.
Does that make it easier for you to hear?
Does it lighten the possible heaviness you feel in the dark?
Or does it make it harder?
Does it dim the light even more than what was already lit?
If time reversed and everything thing I gave to you was burned would you be upset?
What feeling would this give you If you found out I was the one who set it all on fire?
A shrug of the shoulders?
Tears down your face?
A quiet dark night in your room filled with silence?
I told myself I was done.
I don't mind being soft, but you make me melt.
Your silence was real loud.
You don't want me, you never did.
You left me with nothing to hang to but the fabric of your couches and the way you treated me.
This should be easy.
To let you go.
because why should I want something that just makes me melt.
You're the fire to my water.
If I hold on for too long, I fear I will just evaporate.
Is this what you want to hear?
Will this sooth your heart?
Fill your ego, feeding you that you've won?
Reassure the thoughts in your head that you're not good enough?
Will it make you stand taller knowing you made it further into me, past my walls, past my garden, and into my house?
Does it make you feel strong knowing you hurt me worse than my first love?
Does it strengthen your fear that everything in the world is rough but that you're tough?
Do you understand your actions are feeding a parasite?
A parasite that resembles a mask, a facade, to who you truly are.
I see you.
In every way.
The way in which you want to appear.
The way in which you want to be perceived.
The way in which you want to feel.
You're easy to read.
At least for me.
You may not see yourself like I do.
Or maybe you do, you just don't want to.
Is it comfortable?
Is it tiring?
I know it is, I've been there.
I can't be soft for you anymore, but I worry sometimes.
I worry what that will look like for you.
But I have to remind myself,
My absence won't kill you.
My presence isn't keeping you alive.
The thoughts you have of me aren't as deep as mine.
You never wanted me, you never did.
I have nothing to remind me of you but the fabric of your couches.
I have nothing to think of you as but the feelings of how you treated me.
You saw me and you waved Hi, but I was waving Goodbye.
Attempt To Leave The 3D
My heart understands what all the hurt was for.
Understands all the faces I had to endure.
It sees more than the intention behind all the actions.
It perceives all the traumas, attachments, or lack of.
My heart waits not for fatal attraction.
It feels all lessons to subtract from.
It carries this wholeness towards awareness.
Yet doesn't scare or shy from lovingness.
My heart hurt for the body wanted to be gone.
My heart hurt for the mind unable to carry on.
My soul helped build walls around it.
To protect from my body and mind trying to drown it.
A bottle was thrown down her throat.
To stop the quivering from the unknown.
Its multitude lacked capacity.
Or was it her body finally reacting.
Her mind screamed yes and after was calm.
Her body handled it so her soul wouldn't be gone.
Her heart is whole, like I said before.
You should never forget her past and what she bore.
Love on you own terms. No matter how unorthodox.
You are a chapter in my book. There’s spills of ink over fonts of feelings towards wanting you to be the end. My hand writing speaks with smooth and precise hope yet fear of the unknown pools over it envoking the story was one sided; merely all pretend. “Parallel”, maybe. Mathematically it makes sense. Spiritualy, we’re crossing threads. This isn’t supposed to make sense. Conversations in the 5D about how it’s not going to end. Distance in the 3D, making it hard to comprehend. 535
What do you want?
I understand what I can do for you. What I can be for you. What I can give. But what do you want?
It'd be terrible of me to assume that I'm just convenient to you. It'd be terrible for me assume that I'm just another person you talk to. I'm easy to use, that's what you think don't you?
You want to be alone, but need the occasional conversation. You hold me by a string waiting for me to release. You want me to leave you, don't you?
My Peace
I stopped months ago doing the quiet things that healed my soul.
Not because I lost control, but there were other moments I was called to hold.
My types of peace fluctuate, but never truly goes.
I have my quiet type of peace, the one that never gets shook.
Sleeping at 8:30 p.m, crocheting or getting lost in a book.
Drawing while watching a movie I have seen ten million times.
Painting to Odesza, not worrying what it looks like.
Laying across the Earth and feeling its sunshine.
Drinking my tea and eating breakfast outside.
To my loud form of peace
by staying up late studying ten million different things.
Rising up early to do my makeup and putting on all my rings.
Driving to lectures, being social and networking.
Posting photos of my outfits and taking pictures of the love that life brings.
Spending the majority of my time inside, reading my computer screen.
I used to venture between my two types of peace, the Quiet and the Loud.
But now I feel emerging the two takes care of the How.
How can I be my best by living in the Now.
Sticking to a routine only makes me feel too Loud.
While going with the flow feels like it inhibits my growth.
I wish to be Loud and Quiet, combining my peace.
But only doing what I feel each day, creates a different reality.
Not one that I would like to achieve, it only makes me feel stagnant, like i'm not progressing.
Understory - Bethany Noël , 2024.
American , b. 1990s
Acrylic , Chalk pastel, Black gesso on canvas , 48 x 36 in.
Higher Self
Life seems a little too surreal right now and I believe it always will from now on.
I have dreams but none that I share because there wrapped with the ether and some won't be able to hear.
Life doesn't feel alone even though I am in many ways.
I'm not a character playing a part, I'm a divine being experiencing a human heart.
I look at things and no longer question why, it doesn't seem like a question worth my time.
I'm not talking about the human mind, i'm talking about the natural ways of human life.
How objects are objects and why we wear shoes on our feet, those are trivial things.
Everything starts to look weird when you can really see
I feel at peace, happiness towards these trivial things my being seems to be intrigued with.
Life feels close even when I know i'm far.
I love my human life and in my dreams I feel like a star.
A home away from home, I have managed to find myself in both.
Encompassing who I am and understanding who you are.
I am a child, free in the wind, dancing without hesitation that I belong.
I am a pre-teen, caught in a million breezes, being accepted by everyone around me.
I am a teenager, questioning which cloud I belong to, dancing in public but quiet in my solitude.
I am a young adult, laying on the earth gazing at the sky, quiet at all times.
I am an adult, free in space, dancing with every intention that I belong in every cloud, every breeze.
I am a soul, that feels every storm, soaks in the energy of the sublime, dances across earth and through the stars.
I am a human, entranced yet fearful by the details of living, positive yet overwhelmed by the day to night cycle.
I am nothing yet everything.
I am misunderstood yet loved.
I am not special.
I am ordinary.
I am part or particle of the universe.
Yet, I still matter to exist.
It’s 2025, near the beginning of June,
I’m sitting, thinking, of every attempt at love,
Of everything I had been through,
So I could end up here, with you.
Call it what you want, fate or the butterfly effect,
This was indeed a very long journey,
As it started way before the year 2020.
Of course, I'm a little scared but that's not entirely me.
If you say you have no fear, who are you actually fighting?
The ego has no bounds, if you let it continue to seek.
It will make you feel your past, push you to be a refugee.
"You've felt this before, this is not safe"
"run away, run away."
"You've learned this before, you should already know"
"walk away, walk away"
Nothing you see here is true.
You spent years falling apart, gaining trust issues.
You spent years building walls, keeping your guard up.
Just remember these were formed solely for construct.
Safety, while constructing the new you.
and after you've grown and stepped into something new,
the walls seem to feel like glue.
They do you no good, so you tear them down,
but they already caused destruction around.
You move on, continuing through life.
Understanding you're no longer in fight or flight.
There's no need for the walls, because you keep yourself safe.
You know now your love partly depends on faith.
They walk into your life and you have no walls.
You keep your heart open, staying vulnerable.
"Take me as I am", you've never felt so strong.
Yet little things prick and suddenly your ego knows all.
My walls are broke and my love more than true
Now it's time to address the ego issue.
Call it your nervous system, the alarm that goes off.
But that system is outdated and no longer does the job.
Without silence and quiet observation,
Self-sabotage will send you to an unwanted destination.
Don't let it be your ruler, trust me, I know.
An untamed ego will seem to be the killer of Love.
But if it can be ruined, murdered, or covered in blood
Was it really true Love at all
Or was it meant to show you who it never was?
For true love cannot be destroyed by such low frequency factors.
It just feels right regardless of the matter.
No ego or trauma can scare true love away,
it's rather welcomed, acknowledged, while its untamed.
And no, don't get me wrong,
this doesn't justify always coming off strong
for you are accountable for you own flaws
but will true love judge them? Not one bit at all.
It'll look at them with kindness and offer patience
It comes with a sense of gratitude and emotional irrigation.
You're able to feel freely, within yourself and amongst them.
Simultaneously being responsible with your stream of conscience
Being accepted, heard, and seen
does not mean you get to act on emotions irresponsibly.
Keep in mind, you always come first.
You need extra help? support? a case to be reasured?
True love is there, no matter the works.
Sometimes its laughter other times its silence,
the best true love, in my opinion, is the one that hurts.
It's the one that cares so deeply about you
that it shines a light on all your negative attributes.
It uncovers things you didn't know still existed,
but nurtures them into fruition.
If love doesn't hurt, do you think that its true at all?
Or is it just a simple facade,
that keeps your ego thinking, it knows it all.
This love, I will continue to choose everyday.
Not once, has my mind or heart thought to stray.
It’s a love that’s hard to explain,
But I can say one thing,
It’s here with every intention to stay.
Ksenija (@curly.perkele)
I wrote a poem for you
and my Angels told me "No." ... "Do not show"...
for he will not understand, I finished in my head.
It was laced with grace and I have to admit
it set the tone for what was yet to persist
A battle of Limerence I never expected to choose,
as any battle I never really do.
What comes to me, comes to me.
Yet I can still see from afar, how this would end
So I tilt my head and wait for what happens then.
You appeared in my eyes and flowed through my mind
caressed my body with feeling and questioned my souls existence
I pondered each time I saw you and for even longer when I left.
You still are a mystery to me, Three Days.
Only now I know you were solely a lesson.
A lesson that stayed only through conversation.
I wrote a poem for you, only it turned out to be just for me.
Until a year later, I submitted it, and you asked me to read.
Numerous people staring through my skin.
Once the words began to leave my mouth,
I felt all the eyes creep in.
Gaze at my soul and enter my heart.
It felt like you were right in front of me,
it was almost too hard to start.
You were about to be enveloped in my mind,
and that's when I knew it was time.
"Three Days Untold", I spoke aloud.
The indents of my three days are the same as mine.
This simper expands, elevating me in no time.
My ears become open to its vibrations of sound,
making my heart relax whilst my mind wound.
Conversation in a surge, along with the aftermath.
It carries over into my time long after that.
My three days sits in its existence that ensures
the equivalence of beauty its soul procures.
My three days in which I do not know,
yet bits and pieces it’s mind seems to hold.
It swims in my daily plans,
setting intention towards what I am.
It’s speech is as poetry in its smoothest form,
in ways it smiles is indubitably warm.
While the sound it prefers requires a deep soul,
it's the colors of mother natures fallen role.
My three days I will have for a while,
as the others, no need to reconcile.
The essence of my three days,
I’m sure as you know,
with each hour it only manages to grow.
A hopeless romantic of being able to perceive,
the intensities and attraction in every person conceived.
One might say obsessive and another imaginative,
yet at the end of every life, loves’ form is subjective.
It makes you feel crazy, yet provides you with purpose.
My love is vague in which ways it disperses.
Unconditional, they may say,
still in regards though to my dismay.
So from afar, I choose to stay,
only compelling propitiously,
as this is how I was made.
A soul with no means of attachment,
expectation, forms of projection.
A genuine love stems from your own reflection.
Here I am, giving love to all my days,
In which impacted my life in their own way.
Regardless of time or form of connection,
My heart will always smile in their direction.
My Tuesday, My Thursday, and My Every Day
Shall stay untold for another stage.
A child’s heart with an adults knowledge.
There’s things I want to be. For me but especially for you. I want to tone myself down because secretly I’m insecure that you’ll leave me soon. I fear I come off strong but I hope this isn’t your point of view. I’m really calm and peaceful but somehow different with you. Everything about me becomes enhanced the more time I get to know you. I feel my laughs are stronger, that they may come off as fake. I feel as though talking about myself makes me appear vain. I feel as though me speaking with no breaths in between makes me seem 8. I feel like relaying every thought in my head to you makes me look insane. When I’m with you I’ve noticed my inner child comes out to play. She’s excited to tell you how far she’s come. How she’s lived to truly understand self love. How her passions and dreams include you being the one. She feels comfortable with you but 26 year old her only seems to judge. She’s scared her inner child might scare you away, ruin a good thing, or do something dumb. Both in a battle to relax and stay calm. Both only want to be loved, that is all. In her experience, it’s either one or the other that receives attention, but both secretly fall into submission. Can you see how both fight each other due to tension? They but want to stay but relay this in different ways. The 26 year old keeps her inner child at bay. Tells her to swim slow cause not everyone stays. Her inner child is wild and rambunctious, that the easiest way to silence her is through substance. Balance, of course, is the hardest thing to obtain. For her to learn how to let both these versions have a say, in how to react and when to play. You see having both of them isn’t actually absurd. It’s the deepest love one can endure. A practice for them both to be heard, accepted, and never to be obscured. There’s things I want to be. For me, but especially for you. To learn the best version of myself while you learn the best versión of you.
It’s the second week of January and my break is over.
Time for being back around my kids and my nose in books.
My mind in the sky and my heart on the ground.
Separated but conjoined by my mood.
My sister is leaving tomorrow and routined life begins.
Back to staying in touch rather than seeing her everyday.
Distance separates you from your loved ones, any loved ones for that matter.
Even though technology is sometimes a trap, I am so grateful to be able to text or call back.
It’s the second week of January and so my solitude begins.
For the time I spend now, on me, it greatly depends.
No time for this or that. For even me thinking about where or with who I am going out with.
Be straight forward, but even then I may lag.
Don’t worry, it doesn’t go unnoticed. Effort goes along way and I won’t notice until you show it.
It’s the second week of January and a lot has been planned this year.
Obsessed with progress and my career.
If you catch me, know its been slow day.
And maybe my mind needs some reassurance or someone positive to tell me everything’s okay.
A companion, someone always needs. Even though the greatest companion one can find, is what’s under their own sleeves.
It’s the New Year and I couldn’t be more ready. Just like any other day, I always take it steady.
Blessed Be & Peace <3