A little bit of peace can turn a moment into a lasting experience #chillin #theCityIsOverated #mountainlover #iLikeHighPlaces
Good times of 2013 … #Repost
With the clouded rising sun, so to does motivation rise
Bed sheets so warm and cozy it bakes ideas of change
Sudden evacuation of comfort is transposed into vast alterations
Of ones own life
Falling victim to daily business in a job that you never really liked
True meaning is held under a red dehydrated rock
That Eliot needed Pound to find
I cannot help but pick up limestones and boulders in search of a
New meaning, moisture, spring time rain, November’s thunderstorms in the dry heat of anxious October
Where is my Pound?
I am my own Vivian, nervous, awaiting change
Don’t you listen? What is that noise?
What is that noise? What is that noise? Mad —
I search for shelter of my prose
In a cold endless cavern of my existence
Protection and guidance
Nothing, no one, content-less
Led by gut, the string of nausea that my probability professor ordered to never follow
What is the ratio to success in artistic formation ?
Coleridge’s bitter anecdote after the ballads said 0:1
Only some make it, but in disguise
If I am a true entrepreneur please let me hide professionally with a mask to be that of I wish to be
Meditation on the hands that stroke eight o’clock
It is that time! It is that time!
By: Victoria Moran
No one can ever know what physical or emotional pain you are going through. However they can relate to your description of it.
Dreams are visions we dare to view
San Francisco the city where we love to leave our hearts
You begin to master the art of looking down
Long muni metro rides
Longing desire to make eye contact and smile
To possibly open a door into a human soul for that split second you’re offered
The ones you especially happen to look at a few times
It’s those souls in which you really wonder what lies beneath
Headed to golden gate park. Can’t seem to find signs of exits haha
The smells as you pass hippy hill … Ahhh🌱
Napped for a while to the soundtrack of 16th street and Sanchez, couldn’t fully fall asleep because I am anxious to see mister sf again. Lol. It’s ridiculous to me how I can fall for something so distant, self torture is what I’ve nicknamed it. I decided to finally hit to streets after tirelessly waiting for a text back. So just like I predicted as I would head out I’d get something. I’m in hysterics because this is just like lights with a sensor. I begin to walk, they turn on. Soon as I’m stagnant in a place again anxiously waiting, no words. I’m enjoying a beer called cervecaria sin limon. Feeling nice so far.
The fog moves in n out so rapidly through the city. Coit tower is even more beautiful at night
One must wonder what their future will look like. I find myself at the most random insignificant moments "day" dreaming of where I will be 10 years from now. I also realize that I am more than likely not the only one.
Although I may be unable to see exactly where or what circumstance my life will be in, I am able to feel an obvious “feeling” or what I would call vibe. That vibe is a sense of familiarity, like I’ve met this form of content before. Maybe in my dreams, or in some sort of “before” life. Or maybe even an after life that I’ve lived before, like a circle, that I am just re rotating on.
My point is, there are a lot of moments that I sit and search within. What happens is, in the quiet moments of my life I find myself spiritually reaching inside my soul, to just shake it and wake it up. Simply reminding my heart to take a deep breath and live. It is very easy to get caught up in the fast pace reality that is placed on us “humans”, but to be honest, books have become my “out of-reality” experience.
I enter this world, where dreams are no longer just dreams and I can actually reach or move fast enough to grasp hold of every detail.
Where do you get your inspiration from?
I had a friend of mine ask me this question one morning. Ironically my early mornings happen to be the key to unlock my canvas and set of brushes.
generictumblrdouche asked: Hope your well :)
Hey Diego. Sorry I’m never really on here. Actually just decided I need to start sharing my poetry, so logged back on to tumblr after a long hiatus. How’s everything?
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early. (Psalms 46:5 KJV) #nofilter #Alive #healthy #loved #nature #mountainjog #centuryplants #sermonontheMount #summertime #sunflower (at Henninger Flats)
Down to Earth #wildflower 👣
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