Vibes (Beyond Space and Time) by Valerie Parente
Sometimes we don’t know how to translate
the feelings we want to convey
and that’s perfectly okay
because energy knows exactly what to say
with a voice that needs no sound
with a language you can’t write down;
it’s a communication made of vibes
it’s a reception within the third eye
and you are so damn divine
beyond this space and time.
– Valerie Parente (5-27-2021)
The Giver (I) by Valerie Parente
The gift and the giver are one in the same
because your company is the currency
that I’ll never trade
and I am enriched
by the space you take
deep inside
my pretty brain.
– Valerie Parente (5-26-2021)
Change, So Bittersweet by Valerie Parente
I’m surely not the first to call change bittersweet
because this is the goal… for you to reach a dream
and that means one day you will leave
from my space in my little reality
and I truly am happy for you
but this mechanism called time is so cruel
because there’s a linear progression
that incites loss in this dimension
and I know you’ll be okay
in this brand new escapade
but that certainly doesn’t mean
I won’t miss witnessing your journey.
– Valerie Parente (5-26-2021)
Antidote by Valerie Parente
There was a lot of angst and frustration
but the antidote to that bitterness
was to be exposed in all my distress
that’s why I documented it
knowing one day you would notice
and I didn’t care if you agreed
I just cared about being seen.
– Valerie Parente (5-26-2021)
Wisteria by Valerie Parente
The wisteria drapes
like lavender rain
and I am amazed
by the floral display.
Took several years to grow
the perennials above the road
so pure when it overflows
yet toxic in a small dose.
They say to beware
of this invasive plant
overtaking the land
but I am not scared.
I have become one with the infection
that plagued my intentions
so pretty, so prevalent
as I embrace the evidence.
Long live the twining
of nature’s signage
like calligraphy winding
in a language so binding.
The wisteria dominates
any glimpse of sun rays
but I could never hate
sitting under the shade.
– Valerie Parente (5-25-2021)
The Gift (II) by Valerie Parente
The honest to God truth
is that if I didn’t lose
I never would have had the room
to fit something new into.
– Valerie Parente (5-25-2021)
The Gift (I) by Valerie Parente
You didn’t break me
you broke down everything around me
so that I could see
what it really means
to be me.
– Valerie Parente (5-24-2021)
Lady Luna and The Haunted by Valerie Parente
Eventually Lady Luna realized
that the ones most haunted
are the ghosts themselves
because those entities embody
the very thing we have in common
a soul suspending from the wanting
a better life from the past onward
and Lady Luna’s epiphany started
when she felt the collective conscience
it said, “pain is just an option
a pattern we fall into, far too often
because time dictates losses
but acceptance is the calling
that heals all who have fallen”.
What is
has always been,
what isn’t
is only an influence
on the attitude you choose to invest in
not the reality your soul is within.
– Valerie Parente (5-24-2021)
I Feel The Earth by Valerie Parente
I feel the earth,
under my toes,
it’s one of the only things,
that doesn’t feel gross.
The soil, the dirt, and me,
we are nature all the same,
I am one with the earth,
no such thing can contaminate.
I’ve always been in touch,
I just had to put it to paper,
material from the earth,
expressed back to the maker.
Don’t cry for me and my hang-ups,
every person has their own fight,
mine in particular was obsessive,
but I always felt the earth on my side.
– Valerie Parente (5-22-2021)
Erudite by Valerie Parente
I went to hell and back,
studying my mental turmoil,
started as a kid with a task,
to get attention from the whole world.
When you’re a confused teen,
you feel so damn invisible,
then one special boy sees,
that’s when life got difficult.
I was always obsessive in nature,
and my imagination was a priority,
a perfectionist that was insecure,
so I excessively daydreamed.
I had talent back then,
but I didn’t use it for good,
I delved in sickness instead,
when one boy no longer looked.
Ten years gone, ten years dismissing,
that’s what the anorexia did,
ten years studying, ten years witnessing,
all the trauma adolescence inflicted.
It was circumstantial and biochemical,
and now I finally understand,
if there was any hope for normal,
I sure as hell didn’t stand a chance.
Now I’m a young woman with a pen,
and I’ve examined my psyche well,
as an expert on where I’ve been,
I make art in the name of mental health.
Believe it or not,
I wouldn’t change any single thing,
all the anguish I fought,
it helped me see another dimension.
There’s compassion in the stories I write,
there’s understanding behind each phrase,
there’s a past that helps me empathize,
there’s a purpose that will never go away.
I no longer think in terms of “me”,
I see your conscience and its fight,
my every move doesn’t need to be seen,
but I’ll shed light if it helps your life.
This is our world to better,
we are the children of the moon,
using psychology we study together,
out of the lunacy we’ve been through.
I’m going to nurture someone, someday,
in a cycle I finally want to be part of,
and that sentient bundle can embrace,
a worldview where mental health is honored.
– Valerie Parente (5-22-2021)
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