you feel what you feel
you think what you think
you love who you love
sometimes there’s no logic
sometimes there’s no reason
sometimes there’s no resistance
the more you fight it
the more true it becomes
Prose
following feelings
You can’t deny what you feel
especially if it resonates
throughout your entire being,
filling everything from your toes
to the deep crevices in your heart.
The pinches in your gut
telling you something is wrong.
The warmth in your heart
when something is true,
when something is right.
The peace that comforts you
when you do something good.
Knowing that something will happen
even before it actually does.
Sometimes the best thing we can do
is to listen to what we feel.
To our hearts, to our intuition.
We often feel things for a reason,
whether it’s about a person, a thing,
a decision, a situation or place.
Some may be fleeting.
Others may nag at the back of your brain
until you finally give in
then wonder why you waited.
Might as well follow the feelings
while you have them.
the color of blood
If blueberries are blue,
why do they bleed purple?
If veins appear blue,
why do they bleed red?
If a heart is red,
then why can’t we see it bleed?
up to you
why wait for the right moment
jump in with haste
why plan every little detail
spontaneity pays
why skim over the beauty
savor every taste
why avoid anything you can face
roar like a lion
why be anyone other than you
because only you can
screw salvation
there’s something i’ve thought a lot about lately…
a lot of people are God-fearing, trying to be “good”
in order to live in heaven or be with God again.
but my thought is this…
why worry about salvation in the afterlife
when you should be worrying about
how to save your own life by simply living it?
instead of looking to the future,
how about looking into your present
and seeing your passions,
learning how you can share them
for the betterment of yourself
and everyone else?
how about simply having an idea
of where you want to progress to
instead of being concerned
whether one choice will spoil your chances
at a pleasant post-earth existence?
i’d rather worry about today
than wonder if i will make it to heaven…
you never know when you’re last breath will be
and i’d rather spend it doing everything i can.
heck, i would like to come back
just in case i don’t learn everything i can
in this life.
who says you only get to live once?
and in case one chance is all you get,
why not live in the moment
rather than in what may or may not be?
because no one really knows what’s waiting for us…
so why even worry about it?
just a thought… anyways, being a demon may be more fun than being an angel anyway.
at least demons aren’t afraid to get their feet dirty, especially when it comes to passion.
are you afraid of the dark?
I’m not one to be scared of the dark.
If I know my surroundings, I know there’s nothing to fear. Even if I stand in an unknown black room, it would take someone jumping out and grabbing me to make my heart race.
At night, I’m comforted by the subtle light stemming from either the stars or moon peeking in through my window blinds. The gentle hum of the wind, the ever-present song of crickets, perhaps the snoring emanating through the walls… it’s all comforting.
So there’s no need to be afraid of the dark.
It’s when the dark and the silence become as one to make a tomb that scares me. The feeling of not knowing why it’s so quiet, the feeling of wondering what’s hiding, what is lurking just waiting to pounce.
And with a switch of the light, everything’s illuminated.
See? There’s nothing to be afraid of.
The unerring darkness could have been from a new moon or cloud cover. Silence is simply the sound of night.
So really–there’s nothing to be afraid of.
I turn on some soft piano music and pray certain instincts will quiet.
The music soothes my soul and lulls me to sleep while I continually remind myself…
That there’s no reason to be afraid of the dark.