#poetryfilter

[juritena]

as i fearlessly ground myself into the roots of how i truly am i realize i will never again settle for a masquerading profundity proudly displaying itself through temporary pleasure ~ through grounding myself from the roots of my Soul allowing my physical to live out+the Spiritual i find that Love lets all things flow, even people ~ when Love is real it is not merely letting+go because you don't give a fuck. only fearful emotions do that. SouLove releases because it+trusts that Life happens in seasons; Wisdom applied knows when to grow from bad habits and break away from people who do not see an issue with+their actions. Simply put, be Level with yourself and align with people who correlate with+the fearlessness inside your Spirit and Life will unfold the Love in your Soul beyond your body ~ and through Wisdom gained, be rooted enough to let+those who match your Balance flow into your Life and let-those who do not, move on through, remembering that seeds grow through dirt and must find its own way from out of the dark ~ ~ glasstree hanging out on the mountain today before a migraine grew in my crown😅 • 43.Aquarius Phoenix Year ~shedding outdated skin~

[jaykurakue]

Conceded conceited Tonight, in a world away He said I remember those days so young, so dumb, and yet so strong. I learned when no one else was there that I could love, and I fell in love with him. He listened to the songs I liked, he played the games I loved, he even took me out to the places I’ve never been. This boy had a confidence container filled to the brim. Till the one day when this boy gave all of his toys to the one who made him dream. Who took and took till he lost every piece of self-esteem. His confidence he sacrificed for its well being. I watch him fall and slowly die. He had lost all love, even the love for his number one guy. This was the end...conceded and the beginning. .. Cause I love him, and I want to remind you of how resilient you’ve been, 32 years you’ve always had the thickest of skins. always planned ahead, but never knew what would happen had that confidence container shattered. If theres anyone I know that can pick up the pieces, and mend this holder, its the boy whos been troubleshooting ever since, and still when he got older. So here you are not so young, not so dumb, not so strong, but stronger then ever. You will be again, even better than, if you look at yourself and just start loving that man. Conceited Words of encouragement for a friend. @thecolormiles #poemsaboutjane #poetry #poemforafriend #poem #poetryfilter (at Shinjuku) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9FFj_aBaGmvQdSYjYSZwJPm4cTXRfIkracETI0/?igshid=18ryp738mgccs

[jaykurakue]

Been a while, went back in to finish some titles I wrote a while back. I want to create. #poemsaboutjane #poetry #poem #poetryfilter #sketchbench #freepoemsforsale Supposed to be in love. The thoughts of us together span a million lifetimes. My eyes would close tonight wishing you were outside waiting for me under the streetlight. In the morning I’d wake up hoping youre right next to me, cuddled under my cheek staring at you, not afraid to get caught. That someone could keep you in their thoughts forever, but I’d mean nothing to her still, never. Why does cupid carry one sided arrows, wasting dreams thinking beauty in sorrow. If we aren't supposed to be in love, why oh why is it only you that I want? (at Shinagawa-ku, Tokyo, Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1axr_rhII2UkhYizxDqIYqGxvVrx3n1c0beB00/?igshid=m01l4n0mtzm0

[jaykurakue]

Turbulent typhoon Of angry wind heavy rain Picturesque fuji #jakeinjapan #poemsaboutjane #poetryfilter #haiku #poem #freepoemsforsale (at Toda-Kōen Station)

[jaykurakue]

Platonic Plankton When youre in love you become like gods. Everything else is background noise that doesnt have sounds. Omnipotent, we control this moment. No longer apart of reality, Because the alpha and the omega Is now you and me respectively. Unlimited potential, like an abstract thought without context. If we were parts of the brain, We've become the prefrontal cortex. Most evolved we could ever be, But Gods have to die For everyone's life and salvation. Martyrs for their own religions. they become shells of themselves, Evolving to something else More a kin to human beings Because we must continue being. Losing love feels and looks like devolving. Into plankton, single celled, one dimension no more powers, like we're no longer flying Just platonic, friends so we can continue living. #poemsaboutjane #poetryfilter #freepoemsforsale #poetry #poem #plankton #platonic #jakeinjapan these are not plankton, sea angels but close enough Devolved into a lost love till its platonic and we lose the powers that once was, planktons evolved to where it needs to be. (at サンシャイン水族館-Sunshine Aquarium)

[jaykurakue]

a Peony amongst the roses. Shes a peony among the roses Shyest in this forest who would choose thee? A bane to those who live on a time table For she's unpredictable Too soon, too late, she blooms. But how lucky I must be To witness this mistress of strength and prosperity's Kairotic moment A rose by any other name would Smell as sweet, But a peonys as a woman Might be called a prude. Although she takes her time, Once she loves you, she'll continue to do so For years to come. #jakeinjapan #poem #poetryfilter #mindrelief #artexercise #peony (at Numabukuro Station)

[jaykurakue]

Ofuro, definately feel like a fool. Japanese bath, sitting in a tub thats almost full. Hot water boiling our bodies. Warning labels should be stated, though it feels so good, dont stay to long or stand up too fast. You get a head rush, untying your brains, leaving you light headed, a feeling that lasts. I felt so unhealthy, thought I just felt a stroke, it sounds silly, but its no joke. Oh what a fool was I sitting in a full ofuro far to long. Like a door to my minds eye, a place to sit and write. I love the way it warms my soul, but my thoughts are as dangerous as an ofuro. #jakeinjapan #poetryfilter #freepoemsforsale #poemsaboutjane #poetry #poem #poetry #artexercise #mindrelief (at Nakano, Tokyo)

[jaykurakue]

Smoke & Steam Smoke and Steam. water or fire turns to something similar As an ideal. Like a remnant of thought Manifested Almost surreal. Dancing at the very edge, Of their creation, like a ghost take it in Make whole again. This body of thought, Has a soul. Coffee, fuel for the thinkers, dreamers, and no sleepers. Cigarette, for the individual, tightly wrapped and filtered. Stained at the teeth so afraid to speak. Black liquid and black lungs color my insides. Seep from my pupils pouring from my heart in no time. Bitter the feelings cause I like the bitter trace, kissing these lips will burn, Till theres no feeling, smell, or taste. I long to be like smoke and steam, If I can disappear like an uneverlasting love. Hit me again with that caffeine and nicotine, Oh so hot, Tightly wrapped in my own dreams Deep in individual thought. #poemsaboutjane #poetryfilter #poem #poetry #jakeinjapan #freepoemsforsale #coffee #cigarette (at Toda-Kōen Station)