Noe The Expressionist

Hello individuals, you'll find a poem here about relaxing, making room, and to unclutter from noisy thoughts. For the first time! A little segment discussing how I came to write this and what it means to me. Hopefully it means something to you. - Crown Your Worth

A piece about being a giver, understanding what's worth giving for.

A call to return, return to a feeling I feel is always present by not always acknowledged. Valuing yourself.

Don’t bite the hand the feeds you, that’s a saying isn’t it? Well, this is unrelated. Don’t lend a hand where it won’t be deserved.

Do you take your shoes off when you are welcomed into a home built with the wood of trust? The wood of depth? If so? What about your socks? Seems to be my plothole

Nature metaphors are my bane, and I continue to entertain them with a symbol of trust and nudity.

A contrast between gloomy bubbles of bubbles born of soap made of cheer.

Ever notice how a different filter on Insta changes the shade of color? This is that but with the filter of joy over a dose of dull.

Culinary inspired play on words to where my attention is best placed.

An ode to my habit of hoarding half-assed decisions.

A wonderful night out dancing encapsulate in a short piece of prose. Disclaimer, it’s groovy!

I’ve noticed a pattern where I distract myself from focusing on what I love. A hint of fear for what changes could come.

How my mornings tend to go when I value myself, bluebell flowers atop my hands.

I received a latter recently and did not have a comfortable reaction. Here’s my expression of it.

A bit of prose to describe my relationship with Rejection.

Interpretations on what it means to take two steps backwards, forwards or left and right. A musing on what direction is and how I intend to exercise it.

A piece on self-awareness through the analogy of a scout, measuring the lay of their land.

This about resolution, holding clarity in decisions made. What it’s like to not hold that clarity, and what’s its like to hold that clarity.

Comfort used to be a seductress, one I couldn’t resist. Until I tried reaching further and noticed how cramped I was in comfort.

I find when I’m doubting myself I create problems to distract me from overcoming the doubt. Turmoil.

Coming back from a surgery that incapacitated me in a variety of manners. I choose to walk on.

A tale of courage to embrace what I rejected of myself, rejections that became ghosts, terrorizing me.

While I'd like to say every momentum my day to day is a blockbuster, it's accurate to say it's a documentary with plenty of potential for epics. Like any other.

My grip on life can be shaky on occasion, and if life were a pickle jar I wouldn't be able to open. Here's to clarity.

Stay holed up in a cave can't last forever.

Taking a moment to notice what I'm paying attention to.

Hesitation can be the precursor to great change, be bold!

To every transition in life, every stumble between change.

Change or no change, I put one foot in front of the other.

There's a distance between who you are and who you aren't, respect it.

Certain features and ailments once constricted me into a ball of self loathe. Today, there's a contrast that suggestion otherwise.

A fun game to declutter the whole overthinking thing that arises in the old noggin.

No matter how I've tried to hide or put up walls, there's always been a curiosity to explore past limitation.

Short piece as I entertained a 15 minute wait for pizza.

Skin can be quite the explorer of sensations. It itches to venture on its voyage.

Complimentary add on to a previous piece, that's stands on its own as well. To the travelers!

White Belt=lack of self-worth. Black Belt=abundance of self-worth.

I don't fill my pockets with hands, I fill them with presence.

For every door too intimidating to open because it means a change.

I like to say that I'm multilingual. Here's just one language I'm fluent in.

Adventure can be lens to experience the day through. Here's a short ode to it.

An ode to the lack of confidence I once had and how it's developed today.

If your dreams were a kite, would you hold on to the string or let it soar?

Doubt is a prevalent topic in today when going outside your comfort zone. I consider it appropriate company, just not a trusted advisor. And when you choose to expand, the doubts tend to take a seat.

There's so much potential in a single person. You don't need enhancements, just surrender into who you are.

Clarity, clarity, clarity! Half-assed decisions don't have a solid foundation. I very much advocate basking in whatever makes you feel resolute.

A quick ode to patience as I waited at the La Shrine for a concert to begin. The artist being Russ.

Feeling out of place used to be a norm. And today, today it's so different. Here's an ode to both place I've been in and the place I'm in now.

There are points in life where you feel like a stranger to yourself. Other points where you are your own best friend.

Joy doesn't mean a smile that stretches for miles. It can be a stone cold face or a laugh, the point, is the tickling sensation that blankets your body.