Drops from heaven reflect in orange.
They seep in man-made streams.
The scenery is equally beautiful as disturbing.
Kinda like the Renaissance.
And the Rebirth we all have been waiting for.
M.P.Yasmine
Emotional abuse
“It doesn’t matter if I’m skinny or fat. My body always feels like a vessel of short term happiness. I’m sick of it.”
M.P.Yasmine
Path
Suddenly it hits me.
In the middle of the crowd.
Going beneath the surface.
Digging deeper for understanding.
That consoling my wounded inner-child will give me all the answers.
M.P.Yasmine
Thoughts
When living beings could no longer heal.
No pills could cure diseases.
The pain and misery could not go away.
Only be given or taken.
Who would you be?
The giver or taker?
M.P.Yasmine
Silence
In the silence I would like to gaze.
The world asleep in a thick eerie haze.
No one to see.
Street lights shining only for me.
Leading me to an empty space of mind.
To discover there it is what I want to find.
M.P.Yasmine
Death Letter
With each decision I make for the better.
I’m rewriting my existence.
Reprogramming my being.
All that was fades away.
Saying goodbye to you and me.
All written down on this dead letter.
M.P.Yasmine
She
Receiving paper and gift.
Covered with her warm heartbeat.
Layers of love, pain and her life.
Written down on paper by this beautiful gift.
M.P.Yasmine
Irrelevant
”Once you truly see and build immunity for toxic family members and their scared crew with their herd loyalty, you instantly lose respect for them all.”
M.P.Yasmine
Powerless
Your hate can not devour me.
Your disapproving look no longer haunts me.
Like time in its simple being will haunt you.
And the truth will devour you.
M.P.Yasmine
The Opportunity
”I’m selling each cell of my old body.
The old me.
And not even to the highest bidder.”
M.P.Yasmine
My love
The love I’m able to share.
Buried in world’s deepest grave.
It does not take a single man or all.
To dig up my purest.
For it fits well in the darkest of Earth.
In the core of existence.
My existence.
M.P.Yasmine
Eyes
“I have a new pair of eyes. They love to weep a little more lately of all the beauty they’re able to see.”
M.P.Yasmine
Children without…
“Some children grow up to be adults with no story to tell. They’re not owning a story. They only relive and rewrite their parents story. That is the most sad part about generational curses. Children without authentic developed identities.”
M.P.Yasmine
Books
”I’m constantly buying books for the wrong time.
And the one I truly need to discover the why and the when,
I’m not buying.
All undiscovered.”
M.P.Yasmine
More than Ever
My past is living inside me.
And I’m ready more than ever.
To pour it all out.
Even if I have to spill out my entire guts.
M.P.Yasmine
Earth
Earth must be wonderful.
Looking at it from above.
In the stillness of masses.
The perfect balance between chaos and serenity.
M.P.Yasmine
Feathers
Finally she came to the conclusion.
She didn’t want what she wanted.
Wisdom fell right into her lap.
And now she covers her lap with small feathers of discipline.
M.P.Yasmine
Heaven
The day I fall into this pool of fresh air,
Sunken in this soft layer of life.
Will be the day,
I cherish my life the most.
But I hope keeping my eyes on my beloved atmosphere,
Will remind me each day heaven is already here.
M.P.Yasmine
Hatred Heritage
“I heard my mom saying she never liked me when I asked my oldest sister why she doesn’t want to meet me.”
M.P.Yasmine
Growth
“I’m dating boundaries and I can’t wait to get married.”
M.P.Yasmine
Moon
I’m washing away my pain with Moon water.
Let placebo take me over.
Moons soft light shining down on my wounds.
My tears taken by tides of gravity.
M.P.Yasmine
Rose Garden
In my garden with beautiful Roses.
You can see Snow White blossoming as the solid soul she is.
Marie in the front filling your nostrils with her sweetness.
Lady of Nostalgia showing her exquisite beauty.
And in the middle of my Rose garden you see a Willow,
Being a Willow.
M.P.Yasmine
Clouds
The ground shakes beneath my bare feet.
Blades of grass tickle my toes.
I look up to see the comforting sky.
My mind falls back into ease.
As I watch gently giants slowly go by.
M.P.Yasmine
Panic Attack
Many sensations coming through.
My legs shaking steady.
Thank God for gravity.
My heart racing immensely past his place.
Like a train derailing disastrous.
My breathing stops.
Swallowing I must have forgotten how to.
A terrorized child I am.
Closing up completely for all input.
Each vital sense no longer working.
My body in freeze and my mind running.
I think I’m dying today.
Again.
M.P.Yasmine
Dandelion
The sun reflected in its existence.
A joyful presence blooming in the meadow.
When time is right it sings in the wind.
And sometimes blown by a lucky child with beautiful wishes.