Author Archive for AnnaBeth Davidson

16
Feb
10

Vacate

Oh, how I
wish
my insane
mind would
vacate itself
of the chaotic
paper-winged
swarm of
moth thoughts.
Endlessly flapping
against each
other, no room
to fly, to expand
or move. Stifled

stuck. Vacate,
vacate, oh useless
thoughts, leave
my soul open
to dive in,
to fly and
mold words,
music lines,
colors into
light.

30
Nov
09

Easy

How should I be?
Amazing, super,
wonderful and fine?

Has magic suddenly
taken me over
trasformed me
into a super Fairy,
all powerful,
and all immune?

I can say, fine, great,
I am wonderful.
but then that would be a lie.

Never in my life
have I been so encouraged
to pretend that truth
is not important.

Never have I felt
so disbelieved
by those around me.

Others feeling comfortable
with my answer is much more
paramount to good
conversation, and easy
human interaction.

I do wish it was
easy to lie for you,
but it is not.

None of this is easy.

27
Nov
09

Title

From the way
they talk
the way
they look

at me

should I really add
a title to the end
of my name

Princess of Pain.
she who lives
in it,
and with it.
never a break
never stopping

But do I really need
a title?

Can’t I just be
a girl?

who sings
who writes
and loves to be in love?
who tends and
loves to feed
any who want to eat
the crazy creations
she whips up.

Pain may haunt me,
may teach me daily,
may color my every move
but it is not me.

It is just a veil
a thin line
that separates me
way further  away
from others
than I every
really believed.

23
Nov
09

Flamenca

And her arms snake
through the air
like the curling smoke
gently rising off
the tip of the cigarette
laying in a plastic
black ash tray

She paints the melody
in diaphanous  air
through the tips
of her fingers
languid and watery

The rhythm pulses
with her steady
heartbeat
feet declaring
the passage of time

Body throbbing
with the music
possessed to move
with the vigorous
Sound

Dance
united, one
with the sound
Dancer and music
are not separate
but flow connected
as damp newborn
Spring pours itself
into naked Summer.

22
Nov
09

Rest

Such a whirlwind
Sucks a mind from
Its beloved home.
A whirlwind of chaos
The world spinning
Too fast for anyone
To catch up to it
Fully.

Longing for peace
Longing for home
Of Love,
Of Harmony,
Both of which
This dervish spinning world
Feels devoid of
During a mundane day.

Give me late evening
Give me bed
Give me Love
That makes all the chaos
Dissolve behind the mountains
As the sun crawls toward
The next dawn.

I would live,
Hibernate forever
A sleeping bear,
In the peace of a night
Full of Love.

15
Nov
09

Stop the spinning, mind the chaos.

I am here…on this earth…still.  Still here, and why.  I want to be here, but what is it all for?  These are such old and cliche questions, why do I even ask them?  Yet these thoughts haunt and at moments just engulf my mind in frustration.

It is so easy to dwell  within this type of thinking.  I am a master wallower when I want to be.  I must admit (as much as after 3 years I still try to ignore it and pretend it will go away) that constant pain, moving and flowing through me like and endless river, makes the quest to stay out of my hermit’s shell so difficult.  I want nothing more than to be in my darkened bedroom under the covers with heating pad, pain killers, and a book forever. Even so,  one tiny shiny thought can serve as a light at the top of the rabbit hole, and help me to climb back into the light.

This climb can be daunting, is always painful, and very scary, but I try and try again….as much as I can, and on the days I can muster the strength, I do my damnedest to reach the sunny light, and let it warm my skin and soul…my whole being. Then on the difficult days,   just sitting and acknowledging where I am, being mindful of the state I am in, without judgment…without a thought as to the goodness or badness of what I am or am not doing, just being with myself where I am, I find this makes a difference.

My generation is obsessed with “diagnoses” and clear cut definitions for what is going on in our lives, outside of us, inside our bodies, and  in our heads.  If I don’t have a name for it, it scares me.  If I cannot categorize myself, I feel like I am lost in some spaceless black hole of being without direction.   This is where the mindfulness comes in.  Just sitting, and experiencing whatever is going on, and then letting it flow through me…letting that energy pass through my consciousness, I let it be a part of me. All I feel and experience is an  intrinsic part of me,  and then I can  fly on.

This is the work I need to focus on daily, to help deal with the physical pain, and the anxiety I need to let go of.  Instead of getting sucked into pain or joy, instead of getting tangled in  a cyclone of diagnoses or words to describe me, my endeavor is to experience my being and let it flow on.

Originally this post was going to be just a rant about the purposelessness I am feeling right now, and questioning why I am here.   Sometimes I am amazed how my perspective can change; through deeper thinking comes a quest toward enlightenment.  If I can keep this inner work up, I can keep my little feet kicking, and my head just above the water, keeping me from sinking and the cold water from engulfing my lungs.

I keep thinking, and trying.  That is all I can do.

12
Nov
09

Whip It All Into One Tornado

I begin a serious quest to blog consistently.  I had 3 different blogs, and found it crazy to keep up with them all in different places.  Here they are all together.  I can write randomly about anything and it will all be together!  All my writing, my words, my thoughts, here for me to see, and anyone else who might be interested in the chaos that seeps from my consciousness.  Enjoy the insanity.  I sure do, no matter how awful or amazing.  Whip it all up into one big tornado of thought and being.  Here I am