Poetry; by Bree Nichol Smiles.

From the depths of her soul
Written by: Bree Nichol

Years of her wandering through the burning flames.
It was here Rage was born, and in her hands was a weapon so elegant that it took all her years to forge.
Dripping with the blood of those she’d hurt
Tainted with guilt she carried for the pain shed inflicted onto those who dared underestimate her power.
She was a born healer.
Life groomed her to believe she was a natural born killer.
Within her lied the deadliest weapon to humankind.
The heart of the Phoenix and the spirit of a beautifully powerful witch.
So they set her world on fire.
They left her there to burn.
Hoping she’d loose herself in the ashes.
Stripping her from her wings.
They hoped they could rip away her magic.
Labeled her pain with Rage and laughed as she dared redefine it.
She searched for oceans only to find seasons full of drought.
Her tears were the only way her soul could remind her to keep going… The only reminder of their Truth.
That salty taste of hope she tasted as the tears rolled down her cheeks and slipped into the crack between her lips.
The Scorpio’s Kiss.
Carving her tongue into a razor only to sting back in hopes of complete understanding.
Like the Scorpion she became the Villain.
Seasons of drought became easier to live in.
The guilt she carried fertilized into self hatred and with it…
She spiraled into the depths of the unknown
Drowning in oceans of confusion
Sinking further and further until she could feel her entire body hit rock bottom.
The air leaves her body, for a moment everyone including her, thinks she gone.
A flash of light sparks,
Rising from the ashes a Phoenix is born.
Wings crafted by the weapon Rage once carried
Lit by the sparks of light as she soared free for the first time in her life.
Tongue still razor sharp
But her heart no longer bleeds with pain.
You see, she remembers her life as a Scorpio.
She remembered the way her passion to love and be loved only drew people close enough to hurt her
The way it taught her to weaponize her razored tongue as a way to make people understand the hurt she was feeling too only to push so many away.
She remembered drowning in oceans of confusion.
She remembered clarity she found once she hit rock bottom
Once all the screaming finally silenced
She remembered using her last breath as she surrendered and closed her eyes.
How chaoticly freeing it felt as she fell deeper into the oceans of confusion only to find silence and stillness
And from the depths of her soul she found her Truth;
The Heart of a Phoenix, and humankind’s deadliest weapon.
Waiting to be reborn again.✨

Unsaid Thoughts From The Soul.
By: Bree Nichol

I am still only human too.
With feelings big and small, just like all of you, it’s in our minds and brains our feelings are manipulated in to words.

&Manipulation my friend; we all fall user, Victim and Offender both.
Because of this, what I wish for the most is..
We lived in a world where people cared about the principle behind our emotions and less on the fact we cannot change anyone’s but our own.

We value the way we are made to feel by people, but find no value in being mindful of how we make others feel.
So much so we take offense if someone has too big of feelings over how we made them feel, even the small ones too, completely forgetting about the value in it all.
It’s really about stepping outside of your own shoes to understand someone emotionally to hear what makes someone feel valued, not just using our words to prove what kind of asset and the amount of value we think we add when push comes to shove.

To love someone in our own love language is one thing, to love them in theirs is another; but to be mindful of how we make someone feel valued is the key.

Understanding those brave enough to say to someone how they made them feel, they don’t do it because they want defense to arise because said person now feels less valued nor do they do it to fight or even really to be right.
People brave enough to speak on how they feel to said person actually do it out of respect said persons intentions weren’t to be hurtful in a way that made the person feel less valued.

Speaking up is like giving a second chance to the future, offering better equipment so we are more successful with our connection shared amongst those we value and that value us.
They speak on how they feel because they find value in the relationship but value themselves enough (also) to place standards.
They speak up because they understand with connections; either together we can grow, or respectfully, apart we must go. ❤️‍🔥

Poetry is said to be far more advanced than the science discovered by man
To understand its meaning is far too complex for one to believe
Truths that bleed from the tips of the fingers, carved into earth, left behind to later find
Secrets that have been silenced, by the tongue sworn to oath
Humans believe they are the ones that sit at the top, far above all life on earth
We know more, we are more advanced, we can make sense of things…
Truth is, though, we cannot make sense of ourselves
Does that still make us the species that sit at the top above all the others?
When we cannot navigate where to go next, let alone ourselves or our purpose
We’re still navigating what this life even is, tell me again, do we sit at the top?
We conditioned ourselves to depend on our electronical devices and technology,
Brainwashed by the media, enslaved by alchemies very hand
We are the only species that doesn’t understand, our words and ‘sense’ mean nothing
That is the reality of this illusion, time for us ticks too fast for the foolish to grasp
The birds in the sky know when it is their time to fly and where to
The creatures that swim in the waters know where to create life
Even the ones that walk the lands with us can navigate how to follow their path
They need not but all of what they are to understand how to access all of their essence
Humans may capture, encage, slaughter, and do what they please with any species
Yet, the ones that do not speak our language, are the ones that silently laugh
Even within our own species this is the reality of those that observe
That is the reality of this illusion, foolish children humans are indeed
Our Mother we have abandoned, Our Father we have forgotten
Foolish to believe we somehow still sit at the top

D.A.R.E

Divinely Different.
Aesthetically Authentic.
Resiliently Radiant.
Extraordinarily Extravagant.
-❤️‍🔥

The world is not just black and white.

Everything intertwines and in-turn become hues of grey.

To live in the world of black and white isn’t that of today,

It’s a thing of the past.

To live in todays world we must let go of that idea being fact,

We must understand we live in a time filled with all different hues of grey.

To understand and embrace it we have to dig deeper,

We must let go of the idea we know all the facts.

We must embrace the ways we intertwine.

Like our world, it’s all connected.

🎨

🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔

-❤️‍🔥Sending love to anyone who lost someone❤️‍🔥;

Unknown Poem
By: Bree Nichol (-Smiles)

In the beginning we were energy and in the end we are too.
No one we love is truly ever gone from us, the energy they brought to our life will ALWAYS remain.
I hope today and every day that follows they send you hidden messages in the things, that in that moment, bring you back to a nostalgic place and you can be once again with them - even if just for a moment.
I hope the sun shines and you think to yourself “thanks dear friend, you must have known I needed that sign”.
I hope you feel their angel wings wrap around you and hug you, oh so tightly, and once again you can feel their energetic spirit be with you.
I hope you find all the secret ways the universe, and your loved one both let you know, they will never leave you and they will ALWAYS love you more than life itself.
I hope today, and every day that follows, your heart heals a little more dear one.
I hope nostalgia becomes a habit and once again, even if only for the moment, you’re surrounded by all those far but familiar faces of loved ones.
I hope today you remember, dear friend;
In the beginning we were energy and in the end we are too.
No one we love is truly ever gone from us, the energy they brought to our life will ALWAYS remain.

I’m not the same woman I was years ago; Not even the same woman I was when I closed my eyes and went to bed.

Yes, I still woke up with imperfections and yes I still have quite a way with the words; both said aloud and in my head.

But yet, I’m not the same woman I was. This woman today may have been built from the ashes she left, but no I’m not her and that’s okay.

I’m learning to embrace this new version of myself, and open to making any corrections along the way.
🤍🌸

-Poetry;
Literature Meets Chaos.
Lucidly Oblique Pervade.
Pressurized With Emotions.
To Be Collectively Appraised.
Intangible Soulful Passions.
Self Consciousness Unfeigned.
Literature’s Calligraphic Emboss.

Needing Only One Simple Muse.
Poetry Sparks Unconscious Hues.