First Spoken Word

I have never written or performed a spoken word before; this will be my first one! Hope you enjoy!

Our Temple:

We are all gods and goddesses of our own temples. This body, this mind, these intellectual souls intertwining within themselves creating beautiful entities.

Yet we fail to accept the strength we all have. Allowing our potential to falter, inevitably to crumble before our own eyes taking with it the adoration we had built for ourselves.

Succumbing to a society of depression craving, anxiety-riddled individuals. With those in power who proclaim it’s an illness we have. A mental disorder we have obtained.

So take the pills, feed into each other’s dwindling fight, taking with it the light we once held so tightly. Consistently reminded its all in our minds, festering to scratch that itch.

But that itch you’ve been craving is your potential wanting to get out, to be freed from the chains you’ve bound it in. This temple of yours is decaying, rotting away on the stench of the unproclaimed glory

You must look in the mirror, all those lumps, and bumps you’ve grown to hate, and state:

I am a goddess in pure form; I am the power, the life, the divine symbol of love. I may be weak now, but soon I will rise.

And on those nights where I’m weeping in my bed, drowning my eyes in pools of tears I do not need somebody to wrap their arms around me and tell me everything will be okay. Because I’d be damned if I didn’t already know I’d rise the next day stronger than my weak eyes did feel. My mother didn’t raise a woman who would fall a slave to dependency, those who caress their way in to make you feel important like you need them the way a baby needs it’s mother’s milk. We are no longer children who need to be cradled, we are the society of individuals who will amount to unfathomable greatness once we realize the energy we contain within these vessels, these temples, these bodies of ours.

I am a goddess, and to all those who scoff and mock me, one day you will rise too and see you are a goddess of your own creation.

-Mid

Night wanders

It is when I cannot sleep

That is when I weep

Compelling thoughts I’ve never shared

Secrets I cannot bare

In the silence of the night

The cool dark air

Waiting for the coming dawn

I whisper my truths to the room

A feeling of freedom, a feeling of grief

Spilling it all out, like a jar full of beads that just hit the ground

I know I am alone, in the darkness I’m home

Yet I fear someone is around

How quiet the world and soft the noise

Street lights spilling into the room

Casting shadows through the window pane

It’s not a starlit night yet there isn’t a cloud in sight

A peculiar time, wrapped up in this head of mine

-Mid

Canvas love

Well, my love, I could stare at you all day

Paint your portrait on my canvas so blindingly white

Cover it in colors so vibrant, so soft

Soft to the touch, like your lips

Your lips so pink they compliment your eyes so blue

Eyes that make my soul melt into you

Yet I’d have to craft a way to showcase your mind

So brilliant and unique, how do you paint a mind on a canvas too small

Too small to portray all the things I’d want to convey

How beautiful your soul and enticing your mind

I find I’m at a loss of words, why you’ve got me tied up in a bind

A bind I’d rather not undo because I simply can’t get enough of you

-Mid

Distant memories

Did you ever read the letter I wrote to you years ago? When the vision of you was still so raw, the memories seemed so sweet like when the setting sun hits the pond with a reflection so bold and all you hear are the chirps of crickets in the cattails as the lily pad slowly floats along its way. I guess we’ll never really know all those honeysuckle rhymes. It was a melancholy daze that made the hours fly away. Did you ever notice how long the time seemed to pass? When not a hi nor a bye was returned from your side. Wracking my mind with the million questions that slowly suffocated the caterpillar locked in its cocoon. An innocent love and adoration filled the sheets of my notebook, each poem dancing among the lines, always fearing of falling but never knowing how to let go. Now it seems I’ve lost my place, you never did answer the question which opened this page. Did you ever read the letter I wrote to you years ago?

-Mid

Silence

“Silence, that’s what I need. In this urban melting pot of noise, it is the silence I seek. That deafening silence that is so quiet and abrupt it sounds like a million trombones, a string quartet, and then a low hum in the distance until your senses realize..after a minute…it’s nothing. Just you, alone. No frequencies, no horns or yelling bastards. No thumps or bumps or upstairs neighbors…just you, silent and alone. This mind of mine, racing all the time. Silence sounds like a sweet dessert I haven’t tasted for a long long while.”

-Mid

P.S

I miss you

Yes I do

I miss you

That is true

These days are long

The nights, longer

When I gaze at the stars

All I wonder is where you are

When I glance at the sun

All I think of is what I’ve done

And I miss you

Yes I do

I miss you

Yes, that is true.

Time?

I’ve lost track.

Stuck in the encapsulating quicksand

Each hour getting lowered

Each day fighting to stay above

And I miss you

Yes I do

I miss you

Yes, that is true.

-Mid

 

Embers and Eyes

I remember the embers smoldering in your eyes

I never knew the type of flame they’d light

Like a circus act dancing too late into the night

Sipping on this wine, I remember why

A bitter taste that seems sweet after a while

You were a new face I never intended to erase

But life plays its games

You stood there and smiled, so innocent and pure

I was too scared to know what to do

Too weak to run into you

Hours go by, while days run and hide

Caught up in this spiral, constantly falling

Your flames burned cities down

Leaving me in the ashes.

-Mid

The traveling woman

Don’t hold your breath, just let me go

For when you see me again

I will not be the person you see today

My looks will fade

My eyes will be a distant washed out grey

Lines will burrow deep in my face

Holding with them the miles I’ve gone

The memories I’ve made, tears I’ve cried

My hair will be thin, a powdery white

My bones will be brittle, quite fragile indeed

But my soul will be stronger than ever

A true gem inside my body

Not touched, or tainted, but beautiful

Let me go.

When the time comes we’ll be together again

Just not now, for it’s too soon of time

 

-Mid

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