Remember:
Your thoughts aren’t real,
They stir your mind into a swirl
A tornado
With power to turn dreams to ruins
If only you let them
But you have the power to stand as strong
As a deep rooted tree
Withstanding rains
And winds
And storms
That cloak the world in a fog
Transforming it into something
Unrecognisable.
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The sky turns out
The clouds are going down
It’s going to be a long night
I don’t know where the water
Was coming from today
So here I am
Thinking
I will see you in a dream.
The world is so big
And I know I am small
If I don’t matter to anyone,
Do I matter at all?
Do I matter to them?
Do I matter to you?
I hope that I matter
But matter to who?
To everyone I’ve ever written about…
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My tongue will twist around words
Unable to be spoken,
My voice box choked
By your ineffable beauty.
Your glorious grace,
Not perfect for all
But perfect for me.
Sometimes I think
My thoughts
Are also thinking.
Like thoughts inside thoughts.
What if
All that was,
Is,
And will be
Is constant?
What if it has all
Already happened
And is happening
Continuously,
Right now,
But each of us is only capable
Of consciously knowing
One spot at a time.
Seeing a place where I spend all my time from above or the outside, really shows me just how small and insignificant I am. I am just a speck. But if every speck is insignificant and I am a speck in a cluster of insignificances, yet together we are significant…
am I really insignificant at all?
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Just the sight
Of these ominous oceans
Gives me the feeling
That these rocking motions
Are actually
Living in my heart
And my stomach.
I feel as if I am standing in the eye of a storm
With the eurhythmics of the swirling wind
Shouting in my ears a melody that could only be
Comparable to the sound of ghosts
Howling through my chimneys.
Lauren Kathleen 