Roody

Life is going down but I wrote a little verse and sang it:

"I see your face in the city, nothing can stop me in my tracks like a memory"

"Should I stay or go? I'm standing at the door. It's hard to say goodbye when you promised forevermore."

Alexia Putellas, you will forever be loved by me. 😔💙

And you return after a time empty handed, so how do you return? Those eyes glimmer, waiting for what you hid from them in your absence Is presence enough? Is it enough to simply be what you are? Those mountains wear you down, the ones you never chose to climb

Admiring looks waved into her eyes Baked goods had arrived Clouds hung in the sky Decked out in a sundress Evergreen hugs the land Fork with a shine hugging the sun Geese honk in a hurry Handful of berries I held with a throw Into her mouth they landed

I gaze upon a sky full of stars and I wonder, do they ever feel the same?

Do they look down from above like I do from below?

Am I like a grain of sand to them — unnoticeable in the vast paint of the universe?

Or do I shine so bright they can't help but look at me?

To them I am stardust that forgot where it belongs.

I wonder what the stars feel in this moment.

Can I feel their heartbeat?

In the same fabric of existence, can my heartbeat reach them too?

Can my voice mean something to them?

So far away, yet it seems my heart feels this connection.

I miss the stars — more than just to look at them from far away.

Teach me how to touch the stars.

How to feel them.

Merge with them.

Can I be one with the stars?

We breathe the same existence,

yet still I long for more.

What do the stars hold for me?

There's a secret to them

that keeps pulling me in.

Perhaps an old home —

the stardust in my body

was once the same as yours.

I miss the feeling of hanging next to the stars in the sky,

the euphoria of feeling nothing and everything all at once,

The moon cloaks the sun, casting the earth's sky in a gloomy ambience; the great slumber falls upon the earth's creatures, like the silence that falls upon the lips of humans, while the chirping of the night cricket and the murmur of a river remain devoted to existence.

She lets her hair loose, falling like a waterfall upon her shoulders. The serenity of the night is her refuge

she is in all her glory, undisturbed by human eyes.

She dances with the sounds of nature, stepping forward and backward; each time her foot treads, she joins the creak of the wood in its symphony.

She is the first movement without which that symphony does not begin; she is the absolute presence where there is no beginning and no end, letting the winds rushing through her window embrace her and dance with her.

She wanders in existence, wanting to prove nothing; she is everything.

She is free like the freedom of non-being, where she is not, nothing governs her.

Like a star, she keeps diving into the vast universe.

Inside her is a gentle fire that burns more fiercely the more she dances,

the heat of her fire rises and her cheeks flush,

as drops of sweat cool her forehead.

She is saturated with this presence,

until the morning sun touches the walls of her house.

She extinguishes her fire and makes a promise that in another night, there will be her presence.

They say poison kills,

so why am I not dead?

I consume and I devour

the filthy existence.

Like an hour hand, I go and I come back

I will keep ticking if it stops the aching.

I have no worry.

Let your poison pervade me,

if it means in your presence I can be.

If my life is a fleeting moment,

I want to be tethered to you.

Like a tailor, I will keep coming back,

no matter how hard the needle stings.

My Carolina Reaper

I can't take you in small doses.

They say poison kills

So why am I not dead?

I consume and I devour

The filthy existence.

Like an hour hand I go and I'm back,

I will keep ticking If it stops the aching.

I have no worry,

Let your poison Pervade me,

If it means in your presence I can be.

If my life is a fleeting moment,

I want to be tethered to you.

Like a tailor I will keep coming back

Oh flower, do not wither away

The soft petals crease my face

A fragrance fills my lungs

Plant your seeds in my lungs instead

In my grave it should bloom and forever reside in me

My love, let it always be spring for you

Death should never be on your doorstep

Blossom and let your crimson blush settle on my eyes

Do not shy away in the dark

Dance away with the wind

What a miserable life you are.

When you placed me upon the throne of happiness, and made me build the illusion of being.

Then you cast me down to the rocky depths, I shattered, and nothing remained but the husks.