Tag: frequency

a different me

April 7th, 2023

music holds a memory
like a flower cradles its seed
the way one beat
takes me back to a timeline
the way the song title alone
takes me back to a version of you
a playlist for every mood
a playlist for every chapter of my life
relationships in their every wave
competing in all the different ways it has defined me
living as all the pieces of me finding each other
when failing felt like pain instead of progress
and when I look back through every playlist
memories fold on top of each other
words blend from my experiences to her lyrics
then the present hits me
and there’s a weird realization of sitting in my now
could I make a song from 2017 new again?
could I change the way a memory sticks?
as the chorus becomes a crescendo
a voice asks, “do you need it to change?”
if there’s beauty in who you are now
why would the past ever need to change?

-Grace
real life

April 4th, 2023

There’s a reason we write about
invisible feelings and forgotten times
There’s a season we might sprout
if we break the narrative of usual rhymes
We live and experience, succeed and fail
but only we decide the ending of each tale
Just like we write about topics and concepts
we ignore thyself like it’s just nonsense
I wrote about myself last week
and the challenge was unique
I write about the expansiveness of life beyond the sky
like it’s as easy as eating pie
And some say, that’s just the way it goes
writing about thyself has its woes
But to me, it should be a celebration
of what it means to be you, to be creation
So, when I sat down to write today
it started as a reflection of my display
Until I came to a stop and remembered
it wasn’t my truth, just words assembled
So, when I stop typing and reread this
part of me will most likely resist
But when I lean back and read beyond the eyes
most of me will see the progress as the inner prize

-Grace

Author’s Note – Last week, I had to write a bio about myself for a new opportunity…and it was so much tougher than I thought :). Even though I know myself well, to put it into concrete words was not an easy task…I remember thinking “I can write about reality in a million different forms and make it rhyme like it’s nothing but writing about me seems like such a challenge.” So, I knew I needed to dive into this topic today.

If you don’t know what to write about and are looking for a prompt, let this be your sign to write about you. Challenge yourself and celebrate all that you are…it’s an experience we all need to feel a little more. This is titled “real life” because this is real life…facing thyself as who you are not who you were or who you could be.
blooming

March 31st, 2023

When it takes “too long” to come together
When success is harder to measure
They label it “being a late bloomer”
As if growth is just a rumor

I go through old words and journal entries
Like the way people talk about their twenties
I scan through old memories like it’s a movie
I watch the way a flashback will move me

A moment knows when you’re ready
When you find your flow steady
Life knows when it’s time for everything to click
The fire finds you, and it will stick

So, life and I met in a March from a few years ago
Danced till I realized how much I could still grow
Dreamed till I knew it was time to let go and fly
Listened till I decided to live with an inner high

It wasn’t a waking up or a new beginning
It was a decision to start winning
Winning my own confidence and love
To walk with consciousness within and above

To bloom is to bloom
There is no space for gloom
Timing flows when we don’t resist
Fire glows when we’re fearless to persist

-Grace
scene

March 24th, 2023

we’re alerted by dings
through little boxes that light up our screen
we tune in when it rings
letting this machine set our scene

what if we were alerted by an internal ding
a little chime that lights up what’s beyond the screen
what if we tuned in before hearing a ring
living what’s within, creating our every scene

we once lived in a world without dings
a little existence lit up by humans, not a screen
we tuned in to whistles of nature, not blatant rings
listening to the heart, forgetting there was a scene

like anything, there is joy and goodness in every ding
sometimes the message lights up the inner screen
sometimes a smile comes when we hear that ring
knowing that connection is real and more than a scene

if we’re being fully true, life is more than a ding
being yourself is so much more than acting on a screen
there is a rhythm within, a natural ring
harmonizing our moments, aligning every scene

-Grace
speechless

March 21st, 2023

there are times i’m out of words
and it makes me question
what it means to be a writer
but those speechless times
bring my words to life
it’s in that silence and in that zone
where my words carry weight
there is no word without purpose
a word has a code rooted within
i can sort some syllables
and make sentences rhyme
but there’s nothing more real
than a true word
stacked with another
and flowing into something bigger
yet the truest part of a word
is what it means to me
what it means to you will be different
and that’s the beauty of truth
we awaken our own dreams
maybe that’s why there are people
and there are creators

-Grace

Author’s Note – I wrote this yesterday in all of 15 minutes, I was in that zone :). And upon catching up on my reader this morning, I realized today is World Poetry Day :). It is a little bit wild to me that when you follow your inner muse, it leads you to exactly what you’re meant to express. If there’s any type of perfection, that is it.
balance

March 17th, 2023

Be who you are, not what you’re sold
Achieve your dreams, break the mold
Listen within, be your own gold
Actualize your visions, young and old
Names and labels are controlled
Character and authenticity will always hold
Even the invisible moments are yours to be told

Breathe without any fear
Access a new internal gear
Laugh when you’d rather shed a tear
Assurance is always there to hear
Not a worry when you forget how to steer
Call the heart no matter how severe
Each day creates your chosen year

Bettering thyself is the only thing true
Action inside lets it all brew
Love always stays, yet it still flew
Acceptance is easy when you know it’s the glue
Natural highs bid “tougher” days adieu
Caged fires are fires we always knew
Ease into the sprint, be your own breakthrough

-Grace
space

March 14th, 2023

What lives in between
all the u n f i n i s h e d sentences?
What remains alive in
all the u n s e n t messages?
What feels so real
in the moments we d o u b t?
What is so p r e t e n d
in being driven by an inner route?

There’s s p a c e
in every chase
Nothing is ever done
just in a phase of being s p u n
There’s a specific s u r g e
in showing up beyond an urge
There’s a true l o v e
flying inside, not above

Making my own definition of romance
the rush of being your own c h a n c e
Falling in love with the p r o c e s s
of trusting myself, not the stress
They say “when you know, you know”
but they forgot “when you g r o w, you glow”
Everyone’s busy looking for the o n e
but that person is within if you don’t run

-Grace
fragments

March 7th, 2023

our days are fragments
of our lives
our minutes are fragments
of our hours
our moments are fragments
of who we are

our lives begin
the moment we’re born
our fragments make up our reality
but our reality is made of the unforeseen
so our lives begin
the moment we choose to live

there’s a balance to our fragments
like the way a creek will sway
there are times when we’re meant to learn
and times we’re meant to experience
one fragment will lead to the next
and then it will all make “sense”

if we were born to live
then there’s more than filling the years
there’s a rhythm to find and a flight to catch
there’s living and failing, rising and falling
a fragment needs another to connect
but a fragment trusts another to teach

-Grace

Author’s Note – if our little, tiny, everyday moments/fragments were speaking to us…which, they always are :).
the moment i loved all the times i’ve fought

March 3rd, 2023

It flies in the air
It floats in how we care
Doesn’t need a reason or a rhyme
Just an inner season without time

Some call it a once in a while high, others a source
Some just believe, others make it their course
We all agreed at some point that this is living
But we forgot to clarify purposeful giving

It’s in my fingertips when I write
Flowing in my blood when I stay and fight
Pulses through my breath in the heat of a fiery now
It’s the magic string that lets my universes bow

It’s not a special skill or a chosen power
It’s the choice to be what’s beyond the hour
We’ve all felt it whether it’s been seen or not
The moment I loved all the times I’ve fought

It’s the something that connects you and me
The something that makes our words free
It’s the smile when something resonates
The fearless fire when a spark detonates

-Grace

Author’s Note – in this piece, the words “fight/fought” are meant in the way of choosing to fight and to live rather than just getting through life or waiting for a moment to be over. Yes, “fighting” is often used in the negative but, in my life recently, it’s been one of the most positive things…and it will be that way in my writing too :).
your constant

February 28th, 2023

Who knows where we go
when we let go
Who knows what kicks in
when we give in
We’re in this never-ending dance
to rise and to fall
We dwell in this distance
of living and becoming
There is no right or wrong way
just a leap of knowing how to be
We escape and we run to what we think is true
but when we sit and stay, we bask in what truly is
We wonder if we’re meant to come together
or stay in pieces that simply work with each other
We look up at life as if we’re under an overpass
but in the most real sense, we are the life we look up to
Whether your reality is your own or a borrowed piece of time
it’s a gift to live outside one’s mind
Living is a consistent constant
and being is a chosen instant

An instant that can become your constant

-Grace