Different.

My head twist and shakes in these quiet moments, unable to comprehend– Or speak.   This tongue stutters– an act foreign to me. Am I losing my mind? Somehow.   Who is the woman in the mirror? I don’t recognize her. Who am I?   Who? I’m changing at a quick rate. It’s amazing and…

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I Let You Go.

I let you go  escape my heart clear my mind free my spirit strengthen my soul.   I let you go away from me away from us away away away. A little piece from a project that’s coming out soon. This year has taught me the power of standing my ground. Self love isn’t just…

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Intent. Content. Extend.

Set your intentions. Be content about them. Witness how life expands.   I woke up one August morning and couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to life. My eyes opened and stayed fixated on the ceiling. The once perceived smooth surface was now rugged with little rippled designs. I examined my ceiling further…

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Balance.

2/3 of a three piece contemporary design. My relationship with balance has always been somewhat chaotic. In order to reach emotional and spiritual balance there has to be some chaos. Only then will we value the impact of peace. ©aishaadams2019

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Distracted.

Leaves grow on the tips of trees, slowly but surely summer begins.   We watch the rebirth, not paying attention, then June comes with surprised expressions.   It’s summer already but we missed spring, our minds disconnected- it’s never ending.   We forgot what blossoms from soaked dirt; forgot the showers, puddles, smell of earth.…

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Remains.

Feel me move through your veins as souls float on empty trains.   Just to see you, I break chains. Now I wonder, what’s left to gain?   Fighting to heal your contagious pain, it attaches itself to me and causes a strain   within this heart spreading to my brain. Killing me slowly, I…

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Amazing.

Things haven’t been the same since you went away. Holding on to these memories without feeling the same way.   We believed that our souls would roam together. Even after death, believing we’d be attached forever.   It’s amazing how naive teenagers can be. It’s amazing how love can touch someone like me.   I…

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Youngest.

Feet patter on pale blue tiles, they quicken, they stomp marching with purpose.   Little beads hang on the tips of jet black braided hair she moves, they rattle.   Loud giggles echoes  in  long hallways, as little eyes peak through corners.   Boo!   She runs, giggles and hides until a few minutes pass…

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