Guilt-Free 

When I spend too long waiting, 

I lose inspiration. 

Too many thoughts flow all at once. 

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Poetry is like sex to me

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First thing in the morning,

before I have time to fire up my brain,

I like to fire up my heart. 

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I use my heart to control my body. 

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I can feel my fingers tingling 

with sweet sensation

of foreplay…

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Waiting,

to be used. 

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The less I think about what to do

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the easier, better and more natural it is. 

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I find comfort in being alone in my head,

first thing in the morning especially;

It allows me time to do what I love-

Guilt Free

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Awareness (Living Closer)

It’s interesting that now the more I am in your presence, 

the more anxiety I feel. 

It’s as if I now have more opportunity,

to fail. 

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Living with you is a delight and a frieght,

for I sit at home and dream of ways to be ‘right’…

to be more perfect for you;

but you never asked me to change, 

did you?

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So all this anxiety and fear in my head

comes upon me

because of my own

negative disposition

to self assessment. 

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Foreign Thoughts

I just experienced the strangest thought…

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not strange, I suppose not.

but it was a foreign thought.

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I thought to myself as I wrote down some prose

~maybe I should edit or censor myself

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But No. 

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then who would I be?

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Except an ungenuine poet 

unraveling at the seams. 

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

Free Flow Thoughts- Grow caterpillar, grow

I don’t know where to begin,

feeling lost- uncomfortable in my own skin.

Sitting back and analyzing,

unable to find where I de-railed.

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If I can’t find where I de-railed

how can I expect to re-rail?

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…but do we have to start where we left off?

is it not possible,

to create and de-rail

at any time-

unbennounced to the world?

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There is a hiatus,

a learning curve,

a gap

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between what I was

and what I am yet to be.

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I am like a fetus in the womb-

the start of something unknown

for many years after their arrival.

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No longer an egg,

a sperm,

or an idea

but becoming…

becoming of their own self, 

before knowledge of self.

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I am like a larvae in a cocoon…

past the pain of being a caterpillar-

growing past the pains of being alive

and releasing the fears rooted in survival

and giving it up to the universe.

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I know I will emerge as I should.

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In these moments of lapse,

in this hiatus of time,

something magical is brewing…

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on the edge of

what everyone knew me to be,

what they think I will be,

and what I will become.

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There is a shift in the tides.

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Waiting,

unleashing,

resurrecting

all past,

present,

and future

aliases

of the same

me

 

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Relationships like Tongue-Prints

Each relationship we hold in life

is very unique, like a tongue-print

 

A relationship, like a tongue-print,

is a representation of all that is going on inside.

It brings to light what is enjoyable

and what is tolerable.

 

A tongue-print will vary,

as each have different grooves and sensitive spots.

 

Our taste, like our intuition, can let us know

when the things we experience hurt us.

Things that are too hot for us, burn us

Things that are too cold, drive us away

 

A relationship, like a tongue-print, 

is a product of the past.

 

The things we experience that have

worked for us in the past,

may not always taste good.

Somethings that were great once,

seem so overbearing…

 

If we allow and accept our tastes to change as we age and grow,

why not change our relationships as we mature and expand?