Poem: Call to life

Call to life

. . .

it seems ridiculous to count the time

when no matter how much time passes

it still feels like some people never left

holding the same essence of home

within your heart

 

now I know we're not the same people

as we were when we went into this storm

heavy darkness filled our lungs, questioning our minds

the world isn't what is seems

it won't always be this way

 

but I recall a time when we were free,

when no challenge was too big,

nothing could break our spirits

when we could stand and fall together

what do we worship now?

 

do we ever question what we had?

and for what did we exchange it?

maybe in another life we could

meet and have it all

maybe in some other world we do

 

where have we hidden the key

to the cage where our hearts are locked in?

are we but shadows roaming these streets?

love is nothing but a word we fool ourselves we know

until we honestly look ourselves in the mirror

 

Love is all there is, the only magic you need

it starts within you and if you water it, it grows

let your heart be vulnerable, it's stronger than you think

let yourself feel the feelings and don't close the doors

we were born and we will die, in between we're alive

 

you’re here to find out what that means for you

and life is calling you home

 

© Natašek

Poem: Visual poetry update

Poem: After you kissed me

after you kissed me

you said not a word

but you smiled like you've been waiting for this moment

now we're here and in no hurry

after you kissed me

                you said not a word

but you sighed as if a stone has been lifted from your chest

feeling like coming home

after you kissed me

                you said not a word

but I felt like you knew our souls taste similar

we accepted all that we were, all that we are, all that we will be

this time around

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Poem: Who we are on the inside

when and where do you begin to be?

we count the weeks, then months, then years

but it started way before in secret, in thought

two cells collided and before you know it

                a new heart started beating

how do you measure up your life?

in years? in months? in weeks?

we all live in the same now, but our realities

are so very different, living through days

and taking tomorrows for granted

everything you feel now you carry into the future

when it can feel like it just happened, sower of time we are

reliving the past as if it's present

carrying the load for years before you start asking

                whose is it?

our stories are our, we are the writers

we don't need anyone to tell us who to be

yet we feel burdened to be what others say

we should be, although most people listen

                just to reply

how can we feel separated from nature?

we may feel like we don't belong here

our instincts shut, our senses dulled

feeling the hollowness inside

                wanting our lives to have meaning

born into the system, we learn and we adapt

so eager to grow up, we forget how to paint and play

we are just like the air, fire, water, earth IS

not separate, but one,

for we are nature

why do we close ourselves inside?

attach to things that keep us forever occupied

we have no time for ourselves

we all know something needs to be done,

                but we're so comfortable in our glitter

when do we allow our lungs just to breathe fully?

we lost connection to everything that actually matters

burning the ground underneath as we go

are our lives but shadows,

                a mere reflection of an echo

who are we, roaming these wastelands?

a shooting star in the earths existence?

the emotions we feel are vast to us

the journeys we make are our own

                who are we on the inside?

                - the whole universe?

maybe it's enough to know

                who we are not

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I've come to a point in my life, where I don't usually write, but when I do, it pours and I can't stop. I hope it makes sense.