Face off

I let myself drown.

Perception

Back to square one-

I’m meditating in close proximity of this perennial battle

Between the mind and the heart

Here the version of love is incomprehensible

All my senses have semantically lost the track

I’m expanding the horizon of my rational judgment

This is my constant dilemma

I’m recklessly reviving the links to my heart,

My mind is being extreme repulsive

In dragging this fear of my weary past

I’m left with crippling anxiety,

And a stimulating addiction for my mind’s empathy

Here emotional outbursts is not my forte,

And conversing them at the right time

Remains a utopian desire

This is my formidable reality

Everyday,

I can contemplate from the scrap

Little by little, inch by inch

I cannot pick a side

Neither the mind nor the heart; as separate entity

Can give me composure

But here I am,

Hoping to get the zest from my intellectual exposure

I’m…

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SHE JUST SMILED,…

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Stop sharing,

It is enough.

You give yourself away and then drown in your own stupidity.

No one will ever understand you like you understand yourself.

Just build up the wall one more time, TRUST ME, it is comfortable in there.

Come up with a great vanishing system, in which you could retreat so deep within yourself that, though, you might still appear the same creature.

Just thrusts all your thoughts, feelings, and problems in the depths of your soul.

They will always be safe there.

And when it’s all been done, there is just one thing that matters……..

JUST SMILE, as painful as it may be…..

JUST SMILE.

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©invisibleLyn, 2021

(Joycelyn Baah).

WRITER IN THE DARK

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On occasion I feel as though I am uncovering people from the ice in which reality concealed them, yet perharps, more than anything else, it is myself that I am uncovering.

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(Joycelyn Baah)

RR: David Grossman

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BROKEN BOTTLES

I went through days and evenings featuring at the clear page looking through the most profound corners of my brain.

Who have I been, what have I seen, what did I learn?

I contemplated all the evenings I have spent outside, constantly I set down to cry and how I took a full breath each day and chose to just go on.

Because what else is there to do?

If I could discover words to legitimize those emotions I have conveyed. I could compose the thickest of books with blasts of feelings from a lost heart.

I could make you see, make you hear, make you feel, at least a tiny fragment of what is out there.

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(Joycelyn Baah)

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UNKNOWN

Living in an awful dream

Caught in my brain

The most noticeably awful wreckage I am pitifully attempting to tidy up is the one I have inside.

So among all the wars I need to fight, I wish I could have won the one among myself and me.

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(Joycelyn Baah)

DISTORTED

You will meet different people in your whole life who are truly like an absolete abandoned houses.

Rundown, worn out and collapsing at the seams….. emptying their faces of expression.

They feel even emptier when they look into a broken mirror.

I am not asking you to be their hero by nailing and pinning their rafters with a hammer, fixing their broken mirrors, putting new panes of glass in their windows.

I am simply asking you to open their door and spend a little time memorizing their floor plan.

Get to know them

Connect with them on human level

And when the time comes, I want you to draw back their curtains and let the light through.

And when they feel the light for the very first time, they will know how lucky it feels to be alive.

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(Joycelyn Baah)

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LIVE FREELY

Happiness requires letting go and learning to forget.

Worry won’t change the past, so forget what can’t be changed and focus on the future.

©invisiblelyn, 2020.

(Joycelyn Baah).

CAVING

She said it was beautiful and endless,

It was full yet seemed empty.

Among her stillness was a pounding heart.

So later at midnight, I placed an atlas on a table,

Ran my fingers across the world and calmly asked;

Where does it hurt?

She answered,

Everywhere

Everywhere

Everywhere………repeatedly.

I asked again… looking at the far end of the atlas,

What do you see?

The facts are painful… but it has a healing effect… she said..

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(JOYCELYN BAAH)

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TORTURE

He went on for some time while you sat listening in silence.

You knew that was all you were ever going to get, ‘REJECTION’.

The picture was beautiful, but it was only for a short while.

You loved him more perfectly, watched him more closely and held on the ambition of a long lasting love…but he had casually thrown it away.

So many feelings misplaced, so many pieces lost. You have been misled into a broken maze with your own will.

Excuses, like the walls were everything you ever needed and stupidity because you knew it was a dead end. Even though, they are your own feelings, you seem not to figure out where you are heading.

Spending much time, energy, and sanity like it was worth it. Get lost and bleed emotions like it’s hard to forget. You disappointed your own self and it’s hard to forget.

Your brain unattended and your heart took the hit, got knocked out and woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Now you are left with a scar and mind full of words unsaid.

©invisibleLyn, 2020

(Joycelyn Baah)

R: Mennah al Rafaey (Goodreads).