Tell Me

I had to do it to myself

I tried to feel your grip

Fingertip to fingertip

I failed by the inch

I heard you between my ears

You counted down from ten

I couldn’t reach the fruit inside

Tell me..

How do you fix my skin


Written by Keota Picou

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The Cerebration Of Us

I dance around the memories of the We that you use to be. We melted into a sculpture to be rested in heaven. A yin yang counting eleven and eleven. A wild fire burning from the heart in me. Not even the water from my eyes could wash away the flames at your feet. Your ghost whisper sweet falsities to materialize it’s perversion through me. But We decided that your spirit is still sweet. Ideas of forests with my yang I could see. Not every psychic is pure and no psychic can always see. Truth is stranger than fiction. Possibly stranger than the fiction laid upon me. Every human dies. Every human bleeds. Legacy is of grave importance. Power escapes as we breathe. In truth I stood. Tip toed serenely. In strength I stand with love everlasting 

In My Tree,

Owl

Continuing Forward (updated)

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I will continue on my path. Someone that I knew was leaving, has finally exited. I told them it would happen. His actions spoke very loud. I knew it would happen. I still love this person as a human. But I must keep going forward. From the first day, he made sure that his actions kept our situationship unofficial. I told him that he was my lesson. He seemed to take offense to it. I was just speaking from an inner knowing. I was abandoned as a child so I know the traits and signs. His signs were the typical ones you receive. The departure happened some time ago, but I’m finally able to write (type) about it. The way that I began healing this time around was new to me. I’m very happy that I’m able to heal. I feel that a void has been filled by him leaving I realized that I lost myself. Now I have “her” back. I’m relieved that I survived my bad habit. I finally feel that I kicked my gullible trait to the curb for good. I held on to that gullible feeling. And though I slid down the slope, I caught a branch. Whew! It did hurt at first, immensely. If you’re wondering, I continued with the situationship to see if I was correct about the situation and the person I was dealing with. I also wanted to know if I was correct about myself. 

I was.

In My Tree,

Owl