Dayna Evelyn Artistry

Why cant we try

and relate with one another,

instead of competing over

whose dealt with more pain than the other

Using hate to try and understand each other

scream, shudder

spewing flames at each other

polluting between us

the empty spaces

Reflecting, projecting

our kindred souls on each other

Turning a blind eye at their graces

setting fire to our insides for fun

Bring in the light

Instead of the fight

Trying to kill the pain

By only causing more

Until we become numb

I find myself going insane while searching for sanity.  How come we are always searching for something more within each moment?  How come we are searching deeper into the truth of life instead if living out its truth?  We all know there is always more; within ever core of every occurrence, there is a deeper core inside that core.  Why aren’t we reaching it?  How come the search is never ending, unsettled, with no solid answers?  Because we are searching for what is there instead of being one with it.  Its like wearing earplugs in a forrest of singing birds and asking them why they aren’t singing.  Just be.  What ever what is, is what.  I want that. But only that.

Searching for a piece of mind

by the seashore.

I have no were else to be

except in this moment,

with every singing wave

as they brush over my toes.

I’m wearing tights.

I shiver as i cocoon myself

inside my fleece blanket.

The salty spring breeze

kisses upon my cheek,

and dances between each lock

of my tangled hair

as I search for a piece peace of mind

underneath the starlit sky.

I cant even see what I’m writing.

Everything is pitch black 

except for the far off city lights

that deplete the glow 

of my stary friends.

Im left full of question,

how these two wonder words

can entice me, the middle man

like no other.

Have I come here to find

a middle ground

or leave in more confusion

by how these two far out worlds,

Im wondering if these feelings

are more than delusions

I’ve rearranged in my head,

so I can ink them to this paper

to make me feel some sort of something.

Sanity?

The poem veers direction with each line,

unsteady.

Im an impecable genius,

incapable of masterpieces.

Chaos can only collocate 

with lucidity so far

before irrationality spoils 

any splash of logic.

Id be lying if I said 

there was any sort of precision.

I throw things out as fast as I devour them.

Now I’m hungry,

I am the ocean. Come take a swim if you’d like.  You’re standing on the sand, facing me, eyes gazed over by wonder as I grace the top of your feet with the tips of my waves; sending chills up your body.  Something about this sensation confuses you, making you either want to step away, or step further and dive into my watery depths. You know you have to take that first leap, and it’s going to be hard, but worth it after the salty waters incase you and you begin to feel warm.

This feeling is beautiful. This feeling is free. There is so much more ocean to explore, but impossible to get there.  You can only touch the ocean floor so long before it drops off.  There are scary, dangerous, friendly, and beautiful things hidden in there that you want to explore, but it kills you knowing no matter how hard you try, they can never be discovered. Leave it as a mystery because there is no use, thats all it will ever be..

Maybe thats why “they” always give up.  But sometimes I get those strong swimmers who continue to kick through the salty water, no matter how many time the waves knock them down, and pick them back up again.

As I lay under the star-struck sky, beneath a canopy of wonder, I can’t help but drive myself crazy by thinking about what goes on up there; up in the stary wonder-world. I feel as though they are my rulers…as if ever sparkling speckle of the wonder-world, floating in a void of darkness hold all my fate, my whole destiny, my energy, everything.

They whisper to my soul what to say to the beautiful stranger who’s arms I’m secured in as we lay, muffled in tightly by a mass of fleece. Here, I am comfortable.  We don’t say a word, but we feel each other.

“Words are not needed,” the stars say, “Just feel, and you will know everything.” We gaze up in the sky and I can’t help but wonder if he feels me like I feel him.  I’m solely invested, and it feels so right.  I think the universe heard me because it sent immense energy towards us..it was like a wave of light forced our eyes to meet simultaneously.  The twinkle in his right eye (the eye my focus was on) brought a swarm of butterflies to my stomach(ouch), and in unison we drew in towards one another. 

The touch of his soft, plump lips, grazing mine with more passion than i have ever felt in a first touch. It stung, then tingled from head to toe.  His hand set lightly, but firmly beneath my chin…At this moment I had lost all sense of self, all sense of individuality, and in that moment, I had left the physical world.  

Our souls intertwined as the milkyway that stood about us sent the strongest, most beautiful  vibrations.  I’m not sure how much time had passed as we were lip locked, and neither did he.  As our lips parted he stared at me with the same twinkle in his eye(left this time) and he said the perfect words to describe our kiss…

“You just put me in a trance.”

I smiled in awe of this mutual connection and rolled onto my back to stare at the stary wonder world. 

“Thank you.” I mouthed to the stars.

“You’re welcome.” That whispered back. 

Today, as I was driving through the busy streets of the Old Port to job search for my broke ass, struggling to find a free parking spot because I had no coins to put in the meter, my car decided it was a perfect time to overheat. In a panic, I pulled up to an empty spot by a meter to check underneath my hood (like I knew what I was doing). I was a mess, hysterically crying as people walked by, giving me the “this bitch is on crack” look. Finally, a young man stopped to ask me what was wrong. I explained to him what had happened that lead me to be stuck beside an expired meter, with a broken down car and a face full of tears. He generously placed 2-hours worth of quarters in the meter, gave me a pep-talk, told me to let the car cool down, and to continue my job searching mission. After, I gave my thanks, took a deep breath, and he went on his way. Shortly after, I started hysterically crying again…looking like a dramatic fool. Then, something great happened.

I spotted a stone/crystal shop, so I waked in for some much needed healing. The two women working were in conversation about astrology, Pisces to be exact. So, I threw my hands up, and in my still shakey voice yelled, “Fuck yeah Pisces!!” They both looked at me and were immediately concerned. Once I spilled out all of my emotions and problems, they gathered a bunch of stones that they thought I needed. Then, one of them walked to the coffee shop and bought us all iced coffees. We all chatted about life, including our metaphysical fascinations…we had so much in common.