February 17th, 2021
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/people-pleaser
2016
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-rainy-days
Sunday Drives
January 3rd, 2021
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/sunday-drives
I keep my ideals close to me
Like a poker player keeps her cards to chest
I hold them, play with them, sail away with them in my mind
I run to that conservatory in that field where the cold grass towers over my ankles
The lushness mirrors the fullness of my heart
The creaking white door that leads to the room harbouring my deepest desires
The smell of the flowers
The touch of pothos that hang firmly in their being
I am awakened and alone
And the sunshine sees me
I keep my ideals close to me
So that i can find refuge in the mourning dove’s song in the night
I can smell peonies, taste the heavenly succulence of cherries on my lips
Feel the shade of the willow tree
Where i observe the magnificence surrounding my pores,
Which are the first to absorb change.
The gentleness of rain.
I wait for a story to come to me, and sit down,
And write.
I keep my ideals close to me
My awakened dreams in the night
A lost cabin in the woods
The smell of tattered, old books
The way calathea feel between the finger tips
Its velvety existence
Musk of the cabins past life
The dust tells of it’s strife
it lies in the walls, the ones that don’t speak
What stories live among the antiques?
Yoga is the breathe
Reaching in depth
Of my soul
No longer playing the role
Here iam me
In the sea of beings
That are free
Move with me
Breathe my air
I can feel my spirit
Under my closed eyes stare
Through vinyasa
Through meditation
I find the spirit
Of liberation
Setting the cold stones upright
Keeping it warm through the night
With each movement
I fight
For the strength to carry on
Me preforming my second poetry video. My favorite poem is the second one. Enjoy and let me in on some feedback. Thanks to the inspiration of Open mic night.