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take time to comb through
your soul, to really look deep
into it– where you just begin.

you’ve collected so much over the years:
sights, sounds, scenes, and smells.
it’s starting to get a little bit crowded
in your mind– it’s hard to make
any sense of who you are. you’ve collected
more than you can absorb. 

take time to comb through
yourself and choose
what you love, value and
what makes you smile.
keep those within yourself and know
you are what you love. 

take time to comb through
those things that are dark and
heavy and make you sad.
really look at them, don’t
ignore them.
let them pinch you, let them
remind you. let them teach you,
but do not let them draw blood.
keep the lessons they’ve taught you,
but do not let them stay.

it is important to,
every so often, remind yourself
what things you are and
what things you aren’t so that
you may let go of everything
you are not or no longer want
to be.

spring cleaning // a.s.m

i want you to know that
most of the time i am nothing
more than lost moments. 
i am many things that are not myself
clumped into a soft vessel: bits and
pieces of surroundings i’ve vacuumed 
into my being. i will always be 
collecting seashells. and though my
vision may change, i promise
my laughter will never be stale, my
kisses will never be forced, and
no matter who you evolve into, 
i will love you.

to whoever you are and whoever you end up becoming // a.s.m

i have changed.
like my favorite jeans
in middle school, 
i grow out of some things. 
i shed.
and i will continue to.
 

we are as fluid as the
rivers and the seasons, 
nothing is meant to 
always stay the same and
we are no exception. 

yes, i have changed. 
just as every single cell in
my skeleton will replace 
itself, 
my heart will be new, too.
and that is okay.

you’ve changed // a.s.m

the mind of a poet
is composed mainly of
metaphors. memories 
tucked away in dusty attic corners, 
scents that reek of sadness
and love. it is always full, 
always thoughtful,
almost always awake. 
conscious. 

poets digest more in their minds
than their stomachs. always chewing
chewing chewing on 
thoughts and words. always connecting
neurons to each other, 
composting every experience to
fertilize the mind. 
not always fruitful, but
always growing.

inner workings of my mind // a.s.m

Running in Place

wingedpiglets:

why are we always running
from this? 
the galaxies behind
our eyelids. the answers
in our breaths. in-out in-out.
constant. steady. being. 
there is a universe
within you;
why are you scared of
getting lost? 

THROWBACK THURSDAY!! 
So I thought something fun to start doing with the blog is to have “Throwback Thursday” every Thursday and reblog an older poem of mine so newer followers can read work that’s kind of buried in the back of the blog! So here’s the first throwback! 🙂 

i am changing, 
evolving. like the earth
(i was born from), i am
constantly eroding and 
collecting. i am growing 
strong and breaking down 
walls. I am always made of
something new.

i am always new // a.s.m

read my words
and you will 
dissolve under my skin, 
you will be the spirit behind
these scleras. 
you will hear the earth crying
into the arms of the universe. 
you will smell 
destruction. 
read my words and you will
understand
me.

know my words, and you will know me // a.s.m

If an artist created an extremely unique painting, they would work very hard not to sell it for any less than what they believed it was worth. Well, guess what? You are both the artist and the painting. Believe in your worth and do not sell yourself short.

please do not settle for less than you deserve // a.s.m