poem – The Conscious Journal

12:42AM

I’m always told to write everything down you and my inner thoughts constantly invade me — even when I close my eyes to breathe– I can only see my opposite staring at me– screaming at me to return to reality, but right now I can only obsess about her her soul hides in my heart…

last year and today

My power has died in the killing of myself. I killed her so long ago in the 9×9 dimension of colors on a canvas Setting the scene of pain and entrapment Whilst bringing the energy of what is lost and cannot be found She wasn’t upset to lose her life, she was relieved if anything…

One day

Within a day I’m not sure where my energy goes I would like to think that it’s positivity floats to the bees that buzz And the flowers that sing With the air that flows But for its negativity I hope it finds its way to the entrapment of a locked box That disintegrates with time…

existing.

the sun and the moon created your image in the absence of love, and you have become the shining star that brings out all else that is universally aligned -B