Caught in mindless trivia the air begins stink,
I find my soul is fading, tilting, nervous, on the brink.
Deep breaths, I emerge from negativity, own air, it seems to work,
The foul inside banished forever, be gone, tip toeing, you lurked.
It took soul-searching to find you, instinct whispers you are there,
I breathe you out, no drama or dramatic flare.
Dark grey hue, you are smoking, fuming at my nerve,
Glittered aura replaced you, shining brighter, this is love.
@Michelle Sotiriou 2014
What they say matters if telling is in truth,
You think yourself well covered but you don’t see what they do.
What they say sends lightening volts, thunder taps your brain,
You thought yourself recovered but you need to think again.
What they say can’t touch you, prick your skin and you will bleed,
Your thoughts will manifest again in loneliness , double speed.
What they say, if they mean well, is only for the good,
You see them only in clear light, free from shrouded hood.
I somehow asked their opinion, telepathically perhaps?
My energy drew questions, momentary lapse?
© Michelle Sotiriou 2014