My Poetic Soul: September

Before Leaving 8/22/17

I could've grown up and been normal

I think I could've done it

Saved myself the despair

Of Being aware

I look at people

Their new lives

Just extensions of the old

Masks of the same mold

It's all I rejected

And sometimes

Wanting to be accepted

Seems like a choice

Lacoste Sunrise 8/26/17

There's a Specific type of beauty

Granted by the sky

In anticipation of the sun

Full and blue in the body

Slivers of orange

Peaking over the mountain top

Revealing softer shades of blue

Distinct lines of pink and purple

Small enough to separate

The first sight of yellow

The sweet song in stillness

Giddiness in waiting

Thinking about today

And then tomorrow

But in the now

Looking with my eyes

The sun rises with my soul

Reflections 9/12/17

I learned to heal a heart

With simple tears

And a Fleetwood Mac song

The girl I was

I wrap her in my arms

Whisper reassurances

Because now

All the things that felt like everything were nothing but everything that brought her to this point of self awareness and acceptance and love and that being vulnerable is the most


thing she could've experienced

The pain

The rejection

The isolation


Thick Paint 9/16/17

There's nothing more intimate

Than moments you share

With a past self

Cradling your soul

Nurturing pain until it becomes self love

Find compassion for every person

You've ever been

Every life

You've ever lived

How and who

You've loved

You must love them in full

Not liking every part

But accepting them

Like layers of thick paint

That make a masterpiece

Stream of Consciousness

Trust yourself. It makes knowing who else to trust. So much easier

True generosity:

give what you can give

do what you can do

like there's no tomorrow

If love is love

Then love is love

Be coffee.

Turn boiling water

And dust

Into something incredible

I remember when my biggest fear

Was that a boy didn't love me

Now I realize

It was so much more than that


Is a day in the life