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

Howlers

I’ve always been so captivated by the majestic beings and the myths our elders would share. It’s a beautiful world we live in. ❤️

-Mid

Away

Those nights where you feel so hopeless and alone,

Where all you know is that you don’t want to go home.

Those are the nights I remember the most.

The ones where I thought there was no escape.

No one there who could understand,

The captivating thoughts I locked myself in.

Those thoughts that made me wish air didn’t exist,

That I could suffocate myself with the stillness and silence my life became.

Wishing I could escape this hell…this damned place I found myself.

So, I’d walk, I’d walk until I could no more.

Until the soles on my shoes turned to hot rubber,

Making me feel what, again, it was like to physically hurt.

Then I’d remember I still had to go back.

But go back to that loathsome place I call home?

To that depression creating environment people call life?

“Well, that’s just how it is, some people don’t have a choice.”

That’s what they say when you’d talk about going away.

Going away where? Run away or drift through the night…

Returning to that one place you saw bearing so much warm light.

When you were so close to being free, when you had a choice,

Standing there feeling the pain, the warmth of the wet, red, blood.

So, close, so goddamn close to going away.

But people are taught what’s wrong and what’s right and that was not right.

Freedom is what I sought, it’s what I craved and yearned for,

It’s what I fought for in my dreams.

To be free from this dreadful catastrophe.

Birds have to fly, given wings to soar through the sky.

That’s what I wanted, to fly and be free.

That’s how I know what you mean when you say,

It just might be better to run away.

 

-Mid

Sleep my love

I love the way sleeping lovers lie.

The gravitational pull that brings them closer together as the night unwinds.

They become entangled in each other

Never hurting or harming, simply nurturing

Each soul, it’s a playing ground of peace

The slow of the heart beat

The cool of the skin

The quietness of just existing together…

It’s truly a beautiful dance.

-Mid

“Are you afraid?”

Today, we look for beauty of the body, not the Mind.

Wealth in money, not the Soul.

Strength in muscle, not in Willpower.

We confuse lust for Love.

Blame others for our own wrong doings.

Cry when we drop our phones,

But avoid shedding a tear when someone threatens to leave.

We’ve become black holes who are afraid of emotions

Instead, we let those things called feelings decay in orbit.

We fear failure, therefore assume you just start at the top.

And if you don’t, one day you will, no need to work.

So, you ask if I’m afraid.

Yes, afraid one will only want me for my body

Not my mind, for that they run from.

Only want me when I succeed

My soul is nothing, my willpower, weak.

Say they love me, then leave, because it was all just lust.

Afraid that one day, I’ll become like them,

The sorry saps who think only of themselves.

Avoid feeling, communicating, and soon being.

Tell me, how could one succumb to such numbness?

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There are things that make me think of you

Things that only you would do

How does one move on

When all they knew are now gone

Some say you smoke to remember and drink to forget

But these days both remind me of that day

The late winter, the frigid cold

I think it snowed that day, or maybe it rained

I guess it’s all the same

Days pretending everything’s okay

Nights conveying I’m still sane

When will it end, the matter of coping

I guess we’re just stuck, simply hoping

One day all will be fine

As they say…only with time.

-Mid

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