Aderia

Biography

Hello. Thank you for stopping by. As a little girl, I always struggled to express myself with words. When I was 7 years old, my mom put my first journal in my hand and I've been writing ever since. Poetry, whether I'm reading it or writing, has given me an avenue to connect with other people. It's a gift that has saved me and I am truly grateful to have been introduced to it. I hope you and I can connect through these few lines as I attempt to share with you the things I feel, see, and experience.

Stuck Between the Trees

Stuck Between the Trees By Aderia Stuck between the trees. You & me. Bonded by the leaves, oh so green. The roots are shackles around my feet and I am breathless, too far out of reach. Stuck between the trees. You and me. Who will save us? God? The deity? Our minds are golden, yes. But in a world full of flowers we are only seen as weeds. Stuck between the trees, oh how beautiful is the green. Each side of me watered carefully, not to tip the balance of love, life, and creativity. Stuck between the trees. The noose around my neck is jeweled with golden beads, a harness covered with dark shades of emerald and green. It chokes me as you tell me who you are by limiting who is me. My cries fall on death ears and again, I.am.breathless. Who will save us? I reach out my hand, hoping to touch you with my words but the song you sing is in a different key. We can’t seem to create harmony, you…and me. The monophony pierces my ears like the scream of a child begging to be loved. How did we get here? You and me, stuck in this forest with nowhere to run. Meshed together through meaningless sex, lies, and unfulfilled dreams. But no matter how hard we try, we always seem to find ourselves in this place. You and me. Stuck between the trees, bounded by our love, a death I’d choose every time. One that is both pure and sweet.

Track Star

Track Star By Aderia Run, run, run away. Keep running to keep the world at bay. The light bills, loan payments, and car notes too. Keep running from the gimme that’s and the I owe you’s. Run, run, run away. The piper isn’t sweet and he’s looking for his pay. The demons run track. Energy vampires too. There’s no time for rest, Reality’s coming for you. Run, run, run away. Your shadow is starting to catch up. Eyes burning from the wind… Run faster now. The world promises your time’s coming to an end. Run, run, run away. Knees to chest, My thoughts are sprinting. How are you supposed to survive in a world that’s never bending? Run, run, run away. It’s time to run fast and time to run far. My feet are beginning to bleed, My heels are black from the tar. Run, run, run, run, run, run, run. Better keep running until you reach the sun. Until you have no breath Gears stuck in overdrive. They say keep running my friend, it’s almost a quarter to five. Keep running when your legs are noodles. And your feet are stuck like glue, Because I promise you there’s no ending in sight When you’re running from you.

The Wise Ones

The Wise Ones By Aderia I feel more balanced today. Walking down the line of the pendulum, careful not sway. My heart is tied to the end of the string. Whose puppet will I play today? The smart sophisticated woman who exudes power? The sultry siren with penetrating eyes and welcoming lips, whose voice is deep but smooth like butter? The independent soul with an adventurous spirit, fearless she will stand before anyone. The timid child who’s lost, looking for a mother? I swear I hate that one the most. Lonesome, I choose my character. Ready to play the game of life. I am the master and the puppeteer. Autonomy is my gift. God may direct my steps, but He has given me the choice of choosing. We choose our lives like we choose our clothes or breakfast in the morning. To eat or not to eat? Choose wisely, they say. What is wise? I reply. Is it you? Anger plastered on the face is replaced by bewilderment in a matter of seconds. I am now the aggressor. My time is up. But my job is done. Do what you wish to me but in the end nothing will change. The seed has been planted. From here on out, you will always ask yourself, what is wise? Is it me? And I’ll reply. Ahh yes, let’s go with character number “we”. The one who knows everything, yet nothing at all.

Intuition/Third Eye

Intuition/Third Eye By Aderia I saw the light. It reminds me of the sun. White? Maybe. But bright unmistakably. Could it be my third eye? Who knew the other two had to be closed for it to open. I can see in the dark, I can feel the light. The warm rays beam down on me and I too become lite. Clairvoyant, transcending through doors filled with smoke and ash. Not afraid of the reflection staring back at me. Making note of the symmetry. A lazy eye. A perfect nose. The pendulum is still, the walls have no movement. An airless room, we must control our breathing. Many do not make it out alive. But the ones that do are no longer living. The woman that I used to know has died. A new being has emerged. She takes one step out of that dark room and into the light. God leading her. Seeing for the first time with one eye open.

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