I didn’t build a lighthouse on purpose
Don’t start construction inside me
Because I know you won’t
Have the patience to understand
The ecology of my mind
To sit down
To untangle my thoughts
Thread by thread
Dear you might end up dead
It’s cold in here
But only when you’re close
I won’t even let you try
Shut your ears
Close your eyes
Keep on drifting by
Browsing tag: poetry
Dreamweaver
I have ideas
About the chapters in my book
And sometimes I make plans
But the best storyteller I know
The skilled dream weaver
Artist of life
Veil of secrets
Is the universe
The ultimate creator
And destroyer
That force you feel mixing in the air
Wondering which way
The magic will blow
Girl, They Don’t Know Your Worth
Girl, They Don’t Know Your Worth
LISTEN
I promise you
That it is getting better
Imagine driving
Thinking
Daydreaming
In LOVE
And realize
You are HAPPY
And not only happy
But straight BLESSED
Whoever hurt you
Is waking up today
At the same time
Realizing
How much better it used to be
When you were around
Because GIRL
You are the light
The lavender fields
And volcano sunsets
That keep the rest of us going
You are hope
And don’t you waste ANY time
Feeling sad about people
Who are infested with demons
Who are BLIND
To your shine
You helped them more than you know
But now
It’s time for you
To
Step
Into
Your
POWER
I was literally driving today on my way to teach yoga and realized that my present is so much better than my past. I was so happy that I felt bitter because of how I had allowed myself to be subjected to such low frequencies.
I kept saying yes to the wrong people and getting tangled up in the wrong situations over and over again. Until I hit the lowest of the lows: the breaking point: the self intervention: the collapse into despair.
It has been one year of processing through my own shit that was triggered, realizing that I am worth much more than the people around me were treating me as and saying NO over and over again because I am not going to take whatever I can get. I want the best of the best. And it has arrived.
This poem was inspired by things people have said to me, things I’ve said to myself, and things I want to say to any woman whose worth has not been fully realized by the people around her.
Stay blessed x
New Moon
I won’t come out
And light things up for you
I’m a new moon tonight
Allyson Sydney
Poems For My Ex
Preface
For all the pain that you see in my writing, know that I experienced two-fold the amount of love and happiness. Relationships are beautiful because they cause you to feel. Break-ups are amazing because you can turn every inch of suffering into wisdom and growth. This is my third major break-up. It’s funny because we always ask why is this happening and believe that that person was our one true soulmate. I think so, but we have more than one. And, always, the next one we meet is better than the last. I’m walking alone again and it feels right. I’ve finally reached that place where I am not looking back on the past so much, longing, or questioning. I am healing. I have written so much about this break up as it has put gasoline on my creative fire. So, to my ex, thank you, I love you, and I release you.
Here are 8 of my favorite pieces:
#1
The most painful memory is the one where I had my arms wrapped around your neck. Looking up at you because you’re so tall and you said to me while the music hummed behind your voice that you wanted to be with me forever. I love your eyes and kissing you. Your words were the glow that brightened the fact that I wasn’t just building a house, I was building a sky scraper in my heart. But slowly you began removing the doors, then the windows, the stairs, and all the metal. Leaving only a pile of crumbled cement. That fleeting moment of love, labeled with eternal, revealed itself to be just a story of how a great big tower came to be destroyed.
#2
I’ve spent so much time wishing
For a cloud in the sky
A ghost in the attic
But truly
I don’t want storms
Or to be hauntedRead More
You Are A Tree, Not an Acorn
Don’t forget
That you are a tree
Roots open across the earth
Flowers sprouting along your limbs
Skeleton thickening in the winters
So why are you watching the acorns
Burying themselves below
Only just having the potential
To grow
The first break is
A cloudy frozen scape
But you wait for them
To crack soil
To force their way through
Why do you pause for them
Because
The truth is that
Even when they find their way up
They will never catch up to you
So look for the sun
Keep growing
You’ll meet another tree
That blooms like you
Alone
Half the time I’m alone at night
But this time
I was barefoot
On the marsh
When the sky dimmed to 3am
Smoke dripped
From my mouth
Nothing there
To carry it away
Only a few stars
Showed up
And the Moon
Was too shy
To see through the clouds
How To Garden Secrets
Sick flutters enslave me
To a slow pain
That feels like joy
They are anxieties
Hiding in corners of sleepy shadows
They are dark lyrics
Sloshing behind my teeth
So I plant them in the dirt
And let flowers bloom
Out of my throat
Because it is better to grow
Than pluck buttercups
A Guide to Finding Yourself
If you feel darker than a storm
Expose the tulips
If the petals are like rotten velvet
Let rain silk your throat
If you cannot swallow
Let your guts overflow
To greet the mud
If the puddle does not sway
Splash until there’s mess
Body To Corpse
The following poem was inspired by a Serial Killer.
I hack
And slice and chop
Like a kid
Syrup sliding down my wrist
Power sponged in the creases
I tell them to stop dripping their tears
On my cement floor
And clawing for their life
As I lure it away
Time wavers
Their eyes drip into clouds
Nothing left inside
The moment dissolves
As I shiver
With blood love
I am so honored that you’re here.
