Part of a feeling that didn’t last It’s funny how a connection can feel so vast Enter a different timeline, find a new broadcast Cut to the chase, maybe we rushed it Exactly when did we breathe and trust it
Objectively, we looked like a glass unshattered Feelings underneath told a story more scattered
History is more than a written script Editing the now to feel like we clicked Reading our story, when was I tricked
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Sometimes I knew I was making it more Trusting the feelings change in my core Oceans of rocky waves always hit this shore Ready to experience, I’m glad I felt it before Yet it’s time to let go, time to soar
-Grace
Author’s Note – Acrostic poetry is a poem where the first letter of every line creates a phrase/sentence of its own, and I absolutely love writing in this form. The phrase here is “a piece of her-story”. If you break out the word history, it becomes his-story, so her-story is a play on that.
This is my story of a recent relationship lesson; I find relationships often are our best teachers even if it’s hard to see at first. It’s also a bit of a continuing thought from my last piece “this is what i’ve learned about love.”
I sat with this piece for a while as I was still figuring out “her story”, but I know it now and writing this was like a form of getting closure. If you’re reading this today, thank you for reading but also, take this as your sign to express what’s in your heart no matter what it is…closure is never found outside, it is always within.
It’s all there is, all there ever was and all that will truly be. It has no end or beginning, no right or wrong way. There’s a certain flow you can feel, one that has no words or labels, but one that swims freely in the oceans of our now.
There’s a star I look at every night. And I think about all the people I’ve ever loved and wonder if they look too. I wonder if it’s the love in the star I’m seeing or the love of my journey I’m feeling. There’s that cheesy line that comes to mind that we’re all made of stardust, but more vulernably, we’re all made of what we trust.
I used to wonder if she would come out, the woman I looked up to inside of me. The firewood was always there, but it was about lighting the match. I forced it a few times, I pictured it many times – but it only took one time to choose to be her in every day. And the funny part is, she never knew when the timing would be right, but I did.
If there’s anything real in this world, it’s what keeps us breathing. Everything around us could be fabricated by our perception or some force bigger, but what’s within will always be real somewhere. There’s no clear answer; that’s ours to create. But the question will always be clear because something inside already wrote it.
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
It’s like going back to the first time you decided to be strong While knowing you’ve been here all along Living is more than being born and surviving It’s being your own definition of thriving
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
An experience is always old and new Like a flashback and a presence so true We have memories to remember where we’ve been And we have vision to envision beyond our skin
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
The now is simply a compilation of all your moments A mixture of all your seen and unforeseen components The now meets you a billion times in just a quick instant But the choice to live is always right here, never distant
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
-Grace
And here are some visuals with my favorite lines on them 🤍.
If every thought that lived in my head took material form, it’d be one intricately woven web. Crisscrossing in emotion, intertwining in depth shrinking and growing at the same time. Designed like a messy whole of dancing strands because an “intricately woven web” doesn’t mean “a flawless web of perfection”.
I’m learning more and more how beautiful the “messiness” is, it’s where the self is found. The messier and the more imperfect my mind is, the more I can truly see. There’s something so pure about the so-called “mess”, something so touching about being internally direct.
I often wonder what a web that’s never quite complete but always somewhat far along in progress could look like. It’s like feeling an emotion so deeply, that you realize how truly alive you are, yet how much more new emotion there is to feel and experience.
Intricacy is what we are in the mind, yet simplicity is who we are in our core. So, does that make our individual webs of thought complex or lucid? Are we intricately woven or clearly spoken?
-Grace
Author’s Note – I don’t usually add punctuation to my poetry, but this piece originally started as a giant paragraph of random thoughts that were floating through my mind. And I let it keep flowing that way because it’s fun to see how the mind will tie everything together in the end.
I often play around with the paradox of life being truly complex or deeply simple, and this piece is like a physical web of all those internal conversations I’ve had about it. In the end, we’re alive to truly LIVE no matter how it feels or what it looks like or how it constantly changes – life is simply (and intricately :)) about living.
Droplets of time escape my mind Drop in my eyes, reality is blind
Droplets of sky run through my hair Trickling down my skin with gentle care
Droplets of magic journey down my shoulders As I continue to journey up these boulders
Droplets of our lost sun float across my back Igniting a heartbeat, creating a track
Droplets of starlight land on my arms Rolling, descending, leaving little charms
Droplets of the past lay on my fingertips Stopping for a moment, the future slips
Droplets of a cycle start to repeat In this melody, nature and I meet
Ace
Droplets d r o p like rain in my head I feel their delicate thud I hear their subtle story
Droplets flutter I know this drop Trust lets go Love lets in
Droplets fly in this vision I know Scenarios lived over and over Feelings felt again and again
Droplets clear familiar histories And echoing mysteries Sitting in my wave thunder rumbles inside
Change on my horizon Something real calling my attention So, when she follows and I surrender the game It becomes visible the illusion played
Broken pasts want my repair But droplets come and cleanse the air
Ace
Had a neat experience with rain (droplets) recently, hence these two droplets 😉! The first piece is about that neat experience, and the second piece is about how that neat experience helped me when something was kind of on my mind. I love when experiences leak into perception and give you a different view on life. I hope this helps you on your journey! Be fearless and free -Ace
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now!! To purchase, click here for more info!
So fun to collaborate with my little brother again! We are both competitive tennis players and train together daily. A friend challenged us to write about tennis, and this piece was born! It was crazy to summarize twelve years of playing a sport in a few lines, but if there’s anyone who could do it with me, it’s my bro! Being an athlete has blessed me in so many ways; one of those ways is in becoming fearless and free, another is in strengthening my relationship with my brother. Go check out his site if you haven’t already, he’s full of joy vibes! Thank you for reading, we hope this helps you on your journey! Be fearless and free -Ace
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! To purchase, click here for more info!
As I watch all these realms meld in my mind, I realize everything is fantasy – only I choose reality.
Reality chose me to be its creator, just as I chose reality to be my canvas. I remember the specific day I chose to embrace the Universe in me. Upon entering the world of my dreams, I smiled and whispered, “I trust you.” I don’t think I truly knew who I was speaking to, but something in me started to call – so I answered.
As my thoughts paint my next piece of art and as my daydreams paint outside the lines, I decide to enjoy this ride. Life seems to be in super speed, I can sense it within. But as long as I continue to deeply see beyond labels and illusions, I’ll find the calm in the race – the joy in the chase. A quiet mind is a distant familiarity, but the business is a close knowing. I love the structured madness, because the madness is my own. But maybe the madness is the quiet — that’s when I hear the call.
I wonder when it changed. I wonder when the bars of this world’s cage became blurry, and I stepped out of the game. I know it came in stages, as my mind replays all the moments I changed reality. I wish I savored those moments and their significance when I was in them. But, I think I always knew what would change me, what would let me truly see. Playing this role in this life scene, I can now see the script was written long ago.
The script is the call, the call is the script — all is one, all is creation.
Be fearless and free -Ace
Been on a little posting break for the past week, just needed a little reset! But I am so excited and energized to be back now! I have been writing more than ever, I feel blessed to have reconnected with my zone. Always remember to listen to your soul and to trust your intuition – you know you.🖤🖤
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now!! To purchase, click here for more info!
If you see my face I’d smile in the space Would you see the real me? Either way, I’ll be free If you deal with my phase I’d fall in your gaze Would you then be afraid? I’m more than reflection’s shade If you read my phrase I’d still be traveling my maze Would you frame what I feel? I am me, always real If you stitch with colorful threads Wound tight, my love still spreads Would the patterns be revealed? I’ll be courageous, take down my shield If you look in darker clouds I stand apart from the crowds Would you shine the pure energy? I am my own galactic synergy If you sea me dead I still exist, never fled Would I fly in the sky consciously? I’d be at home, honestly If you smell the essence I’d absorb love’s fluorescence Would you inhale the serenity? I’d exhale fear’s identity If you sense with grace I dream the rest of this chase Would you be divine synchronicity? I am infinity’s electricity
Thank you so much to my dear friend, Navin, for doing this collaboration with me! Such a blessing to combine flows on this one! Be fearless and free and soak in all the lessons your flow is teaching you!
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now!! To purchase, click here for more info!
In reality, perception drives all. That’s how you know that nothing is truly real, our perception is all that is real; the rest is an illusion.
But isn’t it funny how time is purely driven from perception?
There are days life seems to be so s l o w. And there are days life seems to be so fast. But maybe those days are just reflections of our mind – our thoughts run fast one day, slow another. Experience is an external projection of our inner realities, so time really isn’t dependent on what’s happening outwardly. Time is dependent on what’s churning deeply within, time is dependent on belief.
But isn’t it funny how fear is purely driven from perception?
Fear is the greatest trick we’ve ever known, it’s the greatest illusion. Something that seems so real is truly all created from within. In moments with fear, you may feel suffocated by its strong pull or lost in its dark tunnels. But the voices in our heads are ultimately just different versions of our beliefs. If we truly listen, we can truly live. Fear lets us break free and when we do break free, we can see the fear in the outside world because our perception has become fearless.
But isn’t it funny how thoughts are purely driven from perception?
We think, we talk, we listen, we create – we live. In all that we live, thoughts emerge and become alive through our inner and outer realities. Somedays, those thoughts are foggy in their messages, visions, intentions and tricks. Other days, those thoughts are clear, comforting and organized. But truly, it all depends on the way we look at it. I’m sure in all those different days, our thoughts are actually lifeless. But what’s happening extrinsically changes the way we view what’s happening intrinsically – that’s how we give our thoughts life. We know we feel most alive when we’re in that thoughtless zone, and that’s when I remember thoughts are just another form of illusion.
Isn’t it funny?
There are days I find this life and all its many mysteries, beliefs, perceptions and illusions pretty funny, today is one of those days. Be fearless and free -Ace
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