the great escape from my MIND

I want to be free. Untrained, re-framed, re-formed, A virgin me. Let me go, Cleanse me, No ego, No evil, I want to see. No longer your slave, Afraid, Not brave, I beg and plead. For I possess a song, Unsung, Undone, Left hung, I now run.  

Feeling Free

I sat and listened to the birds mourn the morning. Constant songs that echoed across eons waiting for a return in harmony. I can smell the Frankincense tickling my spirit. And I can feel the vibrations of the outside day. Then my mind floats like a lily pad drifting upstream. My body absorbs the peace of…

WW II

Pages turned, bridges burned, the victory is my defeat.

Call Me…

Call me Triumphant…For I’ll win self-control. Call me Magnificent…For the internal beauty I possess. Call me Brave…For I’ll tackle self-doubt. Call me Confident…For I can do anything. Call me Lauren…For I am imperfectly me.

What it feels like

What does it feel like to be free? What does it feel like to be liberated from your own mind? It feels like I’ve been unshackled, which is synonymous. It feels like an abundance of love overflowing from my soul down my spine to the soles of my feet.

UN-Programmatic

You cannot control me or even change me. Plant thoughts in my mental hub, advertising them as if they’re my own. Tune into my daily channels seeing what you can make a series regular, prime time or rather a mockery of my day-to-day existence. Send your bullshit across my airwaves adjusting my antenna. Do I…

Do Not Disturb…

I am busy living with mother nature. Lady Day humming in my ear. My pen serenading the lines of my notebook. The moon kissing my forehead. My body caressing itself. My taste buds salivating to the sweetness of loving this moment. I am alive I am A-Live!

New Day 

The beauty of living to see a new day is having another chance to do things better than you did the day before.  The chance to forgive yourself for any wrongdoings to yourself or others.  The chance to love yourself and be kind to yourself. The chance to shed one more tear from all the…

Every Little Step I Take

It was Saturday. I sat. I thought. I realized that life is not measured by the giant steps we make but every little step we take. As an over thinker, I tend to beat myself up for the “steps” I don’t take. It’s quite normal to be a person who sees the big picture. But as…