late at night, tallying up the score
trying to understand life
trying to understand what love is for
thinking of all the people i’ve missed
all the feelings i should deplore
wondering what good is more?
accepting whatever happens
it’s been only me, so i can only start with love
and i could never have less
when i live and still feel so much

i was caught up in the moment
but no longer too into it
knowing if it doesn’t hold onto me, don’t hold on to it
detach but learn to intuit
and once the pain stops
let the hurt give you movement
then only trust your words if you can prove them
new spaces, new pages
new graces, new ages
letting go gets better each day
because the memories stay
but the feelings that were meant to remain
will gently fade

in the end, blood dries
in the end, love dies
in the end, doves fly

A. Hymn || in the end

when i search for balance
solitude is my fuel
living by self-love, pardon my creed
see i’d rather keep silent than to spar with my speech
closeted thoughts with my heart on my sleeve
but pain is progress, each scar is a seed
forward moving no matter how far i can’t see
resilience is hard to defeat when you’ve felt more
than you’ve ever seen
that’s why i channel everything to being a better me
a stroke of humility, rarely have i petted greed
give all that i can now and worry later about a pedigree
reliable most say they could bet on me
and if they can’t that’s a bet to me
do right then let it be
so when i search for balance
let me go then let me be

A. Hymn || 10/7/2016

living in my mind
the only place where moments spin back
now at a stage in my life where my growth could be graphed
but i let go of the past and everything holding me back
i’d usually think about all the sad days someone told me to laugh
i felt things as the pen chose me to act
then i wrote my way out of pain when it probed me to emote
letting prose be the path
every single note allowed the old me to stand
it means nothing to take from those who only give back
so that same hope for me is hope you don’t need a plan
it’s hope we withstand
and hopefully with that
we can hopefully last

i think about all those close to me passing
and i’m reminded love is supposed to be lasting
not the last thing

A. Hymn || 10/3/2016

now unveiling feelings that pretend to be
the feelings that can fake
matured to where i’m aware of the energies that can take
more concerned for myself
i have my reservations
setting boundaries to stand by preservation
just to avoid falling victim to love’s precarious seasons
because
love can make you fall for various reasons
that don’t seem apparent in person
love can make you a daring person
love can make you a caring person
love can even make you think you can repair a person
when being there for a person
doesn’t mean everywhere for a person
because being there for yourself
allows you to be anywhere for a person
allows you to be a better pair with a person
as i was once told
love should be fair and full of purpose

A. Hymn || boundaries in love & attachment

i’m everywhere i never thought i’d be
unlearning everything that was taught to me
surviving life’s conditions and complications
inner monlogues turn to conversations
the talks with my soul
assure me i’ll never walk in the cold
because on those days
where i feel like i’m approaching my end
i grip harder and take hold of myself
despite the weight of the world
despite the weight of the hurt
i shouldered the press
despite my imperfections molded to flesh
i showed them my best

A. Hymn || 9/22/2016

empty journal asking: what it is i want for me?
trying not to dodge the question
yet i still find myself wandering
doing all that i can to live honestly
when there’s just so much i want from me
my expectations are high
i don’t want this pass
i just don’t want to spectate from the side
and let the days go on by
i know what i’m supposed to be
so i won’t embrace any lies
accepting praise and support
all the things i wouldn’t dare take before
but now
i’m a new person
with new worth and new burdens
seeing through a new perspective
with a new purpose and new imperfections
and at the same time it’s still me
while the past that brought me hurt
no longer make me guilty

A. Hymn || 9/18/2016