Hope and Fear

Posted on 12:38 PM by Miss Euphoria Jade Oyatz | 0 comments

I held my breath,

I held my breath, long and hard,
Till I felt my heart beat vibrate right through my fingers.
I was trying to suck in as much of you as I possibly could.
Cause you're not real.
Not to me.
They don't come this good, 
Not even in dreams.

This happiness you transfer to this part,
To this part right here on my chest,
It's painfully pleasant.
It's sorrowful and sweet at the same time,
Murderous and reviving at the same time.

I feel like I have swallowed a bubble and now some how floating,
or bouncing.
I feel some what buoyant.
Tears stream down my face and I can't tell you what tears they are.
I guess it's either these tears or me exploding with this emotion.

I am bewildered and somehow still claim with an impeccable peace
It is like the promise of return from a hero or loved one
And yet,
It also feels like this,
Like the sadness and pain of being left behind.
I guess it is the battle between Hope and fear whenever Love presents itself.

This is nothing

Posted on 11:58 AM by Miss Euphoria Jade Oyatz | 0 comments

This is a blog to complain about how uninspired I am...............is that even a word, uninspired? well I'm guessing it is. It's just so frustrating. It feels like I have been filled up with some much to give back, but I haven't been given a medium to voice it out with. I mean some people got art, music, writing, poetry, acting, dancing......and me...........nothing. It feels like I have been given a finger dip of everything, every art, I mean just to get a feel of things, but I haven't been given enough to really unravel in. Sometimes I think I can actually feel my self welling up with so much emotions. It's frightening and uncomfortable, I just need to sing something, or play something, or make something, or be someone else for a little while. I need art! It's funny cause I think that if I had an art that was mine I wouldn't do anything else. I wouldn't talk, I would sing instead. I wouldn't talk or walk, I would dance instead. I wouldn't scream or cry, I would paint instead. I wouldn't laugh I would work on a composition of something. How I envy people who have these arts and can tap into them when they feel the need to. All I am looking for is a medium of release.................and i guess until I find a medium you guys are going to have listen to me complain about it................I'm sorry.