for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
What terrifies me most is what I’m made of. A personal trauma-filled past and the accumulated karma of centuries of manipulation and d…
My breath was in my mind Focus on breathing Quickly leads to thinking Hot fire Over-stimuli
My target is the life hiding insid… The traumatized, the victims Who don't yet know they're survivo… Who walk around with an intense Mostly overwhelming sense of dread
Flowing through the flesh of my bo… vibrations aligning with my pulse. Ego deteriorates and my soul is fu… In this moment of transcendence Clouds roll over.
I will be able to fully Be with o… when I am fully present with mysel… I will be able to learn to trust o… when I learn to trust myself. When I let go of ego, the need fo…
Little girl, you’re as pretty as a… Standing there all sheep and shy,… You’re a field of flowers of vario… here to inspire beauty and bring p… Let those bees stop by and pollina…
The experience of a poetry open mi… frees us from cultural restriction… enabling us to explore the human e… in a space of truth and vulnerability
Ground. Grow. Flower. Seed Detaches. Soaring. Wanders Settling. Root. Breathe
Wind screams silently Leaves shiver Why learn distance? Thoughts. Stay.
James, my son, rusty vans perch in longing Don’t lack like them
I’m not that great at loving mysel… CORRECTION: I am learning the… How we speak to ourselves, our int… is so crucial to our self-worth. From these thoughts come the actio…
Woke up enveloped with fear and de… Crying uncontrollably as the day b… Pain from my past seeping into my… The struggle within can no longer… can no longer be pushed further an…
Don’t trust the vision. It’s tainted with haves and have-n… possibilities lost with the percep… current reality obscured by lookin… the present moment thrown away
Going further for longer periods o… —cheating perfection by allowing expectation to fall along the shores of suppos… a territory whose waters enslave r…
Walked into a coffee shop to read… couldn’t help but notice the older… in the corner counting dirty chang… with a smile on her face. She looked up at me,