Female • 28 • Houston , TX • United States
I'm into... Writing Photography Music Art synchronicity
I'm working on... my balance.
interests.
Music
- ,Bent,
Film
- ,Little Voice,Stranger than Fiction,Strangers with Candy,Waking Life,It's All Gone Pete Tong,Amelie,The House of Sand and Fog,Basquiat,Running with Scissors,Me and You and Everyone,Donnie Darko,East of Eden,Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil,The Life Acquatic with Steve Zissou,The Ghost and Mrs. Muir,
Books
- ,The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell,
True Hallucinations by Terence McKenna,
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery,
Different Dances by Shel Silverstein,
Twilight of the Superheroes by Deborah Eisenberg,
Artists
- ,Vincent Van Gogh,
Maya Deren,
Hokusai,
about me.
latest ugq upload.
This Very Moment
Mar 15, 2008
All I really have is this,
this very moment.
In it, I conquer my fears and find peace.
I close my eyes and fly above the clouds.
I touch a world beyond my own.
I understand.
I care.
And I cry for all it could be for the rest.
In this moment, I envelope all that is human.
But at the very best, all it could be for the rest,
contrasts with what I have left for myself.
While the moment has passed,
its warmth and vitality lingers through me.
An inner comfort when all external joys evade.
A piece of heaven, a reservoir to draw from.
It walks along, inside of me,
wrapping me in love and hope.
All I really have is this very moment,
where my reservoir starts to run dry.
For I’ve unreasonably devoured it,
Longing for solace amongst the sorrow.
I close my eyes,
My will and joy is compromised by
By the external predators I’ve invited in
who’ve wreaked havoc on my mind.
The moment has passed,
And all I have is this very moment,
where my reservoir is completely dry.
03/15/08 16:32 PST
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1 Comments.
Hi. You commented on my page on one my posts a while back with some insightful comments and I always meant to thank you on your page. I just read your poem and it really is very nicely put. My favorite parts:
"While the moment has passed, / its warmth and vitality lingers through me. / An inner comfort when all external joys evade. / A piece of heaven, a reservoir to draw from."
You're sentiments of what I imagine might be emotional and mental reservoirs drying up, "external predators, and longing for solace among the sorrow" hit so close to home.
I just wanted you to know that something you wrote touched someone out there in the great beyond called the Internet. Keep up your writing!
Beautiful poem. That image of a life, a person, as a skipping stone "...skim the surface, delve the depths..." is a wonderful thought for meditation.