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

Long Distance… Waiting

Dancing around these waves of space

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Patiently waiting

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Keeping in pace

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In pace with

you heart,

my heart

…. the start

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The start of us,

the start of something new

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Something grand

… the great unfolding of hands

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The new sacred dance

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The dance of two

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The dance of me and you

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And our hearts ever staying true

As we do what we must do

until the moment comes,

when we see our plans through

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And we find forever,

for just me and you.

 

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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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Mountains of you, Oceans of me

The mountains of you

collide into oceans of me.

 

Under the deep velvet sky,

my heart pours itself

into your valley of a heart.

 

You absorb me like the desert,

during a downpour and after a drought.

I’ve been thirsting for you

and you’ve thirsted for me too.

 

Thirsted for my sweet sensations and delicate curves.

I’ve thirsted for your strong power,

that brings me home

with the command of your touch… your kiss.

 

The mountains of you,

colliding into oceans of me.

 

All the universe is being created,

as you dance your trees in my breeze.

While the universe inside of me

surrendered to the magic we created in the dark.

Unveiling our light… the beauty in the insane.

Turning moans inside out, bodies cry.

 

The mountains of you, 

collide into oceans of me

under a star sparkling sky.

 

 

 

Spin, Spin, Your love for me.

The magnitude of a relationship,

should not be measured in decibels.

It should be measured in counts.

 

In counts of moments,

overcome and achieved.

In counts of hearts,

warmed and stretched thin.

In counts of patience,

consumed over the years.

 

Gratitude in a relationship is explored

when the faithful stay rooted.

 

The faithful bundle their hearts together,

to protect from the bitter, cold world.

The faithfully committed use their time

to cover and completely envelop

the hearts of their lovers.

 

A magician, of time and hearts,

devours the abundance

gifted in a sweet breath,

a loving kiss.

 

No hollow words,

no hollow hearts.

 

The devouring of affection,

ends with a caress.