I watched you from the shadows,
a quiet, steady beat.
You moved through the world
like the ground kissed your feet.

I studied the curve of your laugh,
the shine in your eyes,
dreamt of moments we’d share,
but they were all lies.

I was invisible, a ghost in the crowd,
a whisper, a breeze, never too loud.
But inside, my heart raged,
a storm I couldn’t tame,
trapped between silence
and the sound of your name.

So one day, I stood tall,
my fear on display,
and told you the truth
in the boldest of ways.
But your smile held pity,
your answer a no—
a wound I expected,
but it still cut low.

Yet from that “no,” I found my voice,
discovered in me, I had a choice.
No longer hiding in the cracks of the wall,
I became the light that burns through it all.

Now I walk taller,
no fear in my step,
because loving myself
is the best move yet.

You didn’t choose me,
but that’s okay,
I’ve learned to love me
in a brand-new way.

Down the Rabbit Hole

I tumble through shadows, stars in my eyes,
A velvet night sky, where silence sighs.
The walls of the tunnel, alive with my past,
Moments like whispers, they flicker and flash.

Sad times drip slowly, like tears from a stone,
Anger erupts where I stood all alone.
Laughter ignites like a flame in the dark,
Joy paints the void with a radiant spark.

I see myself giving, my heart stretched thin,
Smilin’ for others while breakin’ within.
Each frame a story, each ache, each flight,
A kaleidoscope spinning in endless night.

At the end of the tunnel, the cosmos unfolds,
Planets and universes, their mysteries untold.
A breathless horizon, a shimmering start,
A whisper that maybe, this time’s a new part.

I land in the glow, a world vast and free,
A rabbit hole journey to rediscover me.

High-quality, high times, feeling,
Optimistic about this moment. It’s
Untitled, put together like a puzzle.
Reality framed beneath the boarder
Serendipity, with the hours. With no (H) is
…………………..Ours

Grandmother Willow, Grandmother Willow, I come to you for your advice.

Can You Hear Me Through the breeze that sways within the trees? Like the leaves, I cling to you for life within your glorious crown. 

Young Seedling, I am here for you. I heard your prayers through my roots. I learned of your struggle from the birds that land upon my branches. 

Grand Mother Willow, Grand Mother Willow? 

What will become of me? I want to be tall and beautiful. Someone the World can look up to. What Will Become of Me if the Woodsman Chops Me Down. Down to the Ground, I would fall, laying waste at his feet as he stepped over me like I was nothing. Grandmother Willow What Will Become of Me?

Dear Sapling, the squirrels tell me tales of your Love towards them, feeding them before the Winter Frost and granting praise to them. Dear Sapling, the rabbits tell me the poems of their Trust in you. As you lead them to safe havens so they can create their dens for their families. Oh sweet Sapling, the deer trot with Joy through the Woods, singing an old song of your Survival and Strength that You have Honored them with. 

So, My Child Think Not of Tomorrow Because Your Presence is a Present to All those Young and Old, for the Owl of Wisdom Watches over You. She will Guide You to Become a Queen Worthy of Crowns of Adornment. And I, Your Grandmother Willow; will always shield you from the Storm of Self Doubt.

Alone but not lonely
Some just loan me their time, while
The sum adds up.
Im taking out loans,until,
I make enough to maintain alone.
Then I’ll invest it for my preference.
A loan, to be “alone” I’m just a loner.
Yet, far from lonely. Sometimes…
The question comes, Are you alone?
And the response in the mind is, if only.
Thinking about….
The outcomes & possibilities.

All this time searching for love
And the whole time it’s within me.
I Have too much to offer
I guess, I noticed once I turn
Towards the darkness.
Love finds it’s way back in.
Through another form.
Then quickly turns around
Looking Evol.
Some days that’s all I push out
Is evol. Then another
Love comes around helping
Me to evolve.
Becoming the light casting
Everyone’s shadow.
Comes very clear with the
sunrises & sunsets.

We’ve come to a
Stale mate,
No more moves left.
Time to start over or
Call it quits.

Don’t forget! You’re the “writer”
The “author” to your life.
Other’s are at best, narrators
To the situation
& like most, they’re gonna
Add their Lil flare to it.
“Emphasizing”
Certain moments & chapter’s,
With sounds & hand gestures.

I stopped searching for love,
Because I knew.
Every time I look for it,
I end up with distrust.
The moments we spent.
Caused momentum fueled by lust.
No love found, no love lost.
Just another thrust,
To combust another nut.

Brain lit from a few toxins,
Feeling good.
Endorphins flowing from this
Concentrated THC. This lovely lady
Mary Jane squeezed out for me.
She a lil thick like honey,
Gets a lil sticky
And her aroma is soo intoxicating.
Has my mind working,
Thinking about…mmmm,
Many things! Brought her out with me
As I consume a few drinks.
Euphoria hits! Once we start to mix.

Feeling a Lil restless,
I want to spend more time.
Doing other things,
So sometimes I would rest less.
In the moment I could care less
Until that restlessness kicks in.
Sometimes I think, that’s the best rest.
Laying in bed falling asleep
almost instantaneously,
No mind wandering, no worries
Or nothing.
Mind arrested on getting some rest.
A rested mind Awakens the divine.

Writing about the way
Life presents us with a chance
Or an opportunity.
I would be, exited! depending
On its meaning or what could
I benefit from the chance of
This opportunity.
The path I’m taking has come to
A “V” as I walk away from
That chance and head towards
Other opportunities.