The Deeper It Goes

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The Deeper It Goes

I am not the thought you released.

I am the breath you couldn’t keep.

I am not the baggage you dropped.

I am the non-fiction you flee.

I am not a lessor you taunt.

I am a book that you read.

Merely scratched the surface.

A mirror. A mystery.

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

Burning The Pine Cone

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Determined to cleanse after that old song played. She couldn’t seem to get that face out of her head. Instead of a tearful call, she took a lighter to her pine cone. The smoke traveled around her neck. She took a breath inward, inhaling the peace it had given her. She then exhaled the thoughts of suicide over someone who already sacrificed her.

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