#Blessed

Even tho I may project
My own fears and biases
I am #blessed and fulfilled
Regardless of how I feel

Into my sometimes
blurry lenses I
Get pushed and pulled back
Before my own eyes

All I need is a shift
A bit of perspective
For my hopes and my dreams
To ever become clear

Then promplty energized
Open heart, Spirit High
I give Joy another Chance
And Love in again

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

The Sky

Versatile is the Sky
Reflecting my inner desires
Varies in shade and intensity
According if it is noon or midnight

The Night’s passionate indigo
Expects the bright embrace of the pink morning light
Unless the stormy clouds
Start their impetuous fight

Temporarily, that is
Cause we all know that in the end
It will always be
Here, there, everywhere
From any angle of the sphere

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#Momentum

Shit’s complicated- but here we are: making the best of it.

Beating the odds
Breaking records we never knew existed
Yet, too often living with restraint
Tipi toeing around fragile egos.

Their subconsciously know that the Power sipping through our pores must
meticulously get washed away by judgement
& ever so slightly policed, err’day
With diligence – to prevent Impetus to propels us so Fast & Furiously

As our brightness will challenge Black Holes –
And more.

#Momentum

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#OnGrowing

Did we grew apart
Or never were aligned?
Were we ever asking the right questions?

Attempting to ascertain causes
For future references.

I can’t afford emotionally taxing relationships no more and won’t subject myself to unnecessary burden

I now value my time, health and soul too much to stretch anymore of it

I regret I dragged us that long
Pretended I was ok
Pretending we were ok
But in some twisted ways
I thought we’d come around.

Wait.
Who am I fooling?
I stuck around cause it was easier than to face the collateral damages

Wasted our time out of fear
But can no longer hold onto
this noxious bond.
With myself or with you.

#OnGrowing

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#LifeBitsFallingIntoPlace


Isn’t it interesting how life can change so drastically in the space of a few months? How one year you are planning for future tense with someone and the next year you are just here, starting *fresh* cause there is literally nothing left but old pictures and fading memories.
You wonder what’s next cause you are stuck, in a sense… not physically, but spiritually, which is never a good thing. It’s certainly temporary (at least let’s hope), and you need to make some adjustments.

That’s also when *Friends* start moving differently around you cause your status changed. Some disappear cause they took his side, other are distant cause they don’t see you for who you really are; of course there are those who stick around, but somehow there is always a bit of judgement cause they assess the situation from an outsider standpoint. Seldom people come and hug you and tell you “everything is going to be ok”, when you are the one who leaves.

Matter of fact, I often wonder how different from who I really am people perceive me. Every time I am true to myself things seems like they get out of control. But maybe what I see as chaos are #LifeBitsFallingIntoPlace?

I do trust the process and I know the universe is looking after me; nonetheless, it does not mean I am immune to the pain and sorrow breakups carry.

Then life goes on, so future will mend the bruises and close the open wounds. All in time…

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015

Daphné 2.0

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Life is complex. But does it have to be?

I have a hard time to find a balance between straightforwardness, which can sound harsh (and make people feel uncomfortable), and sugarcoating my words. I really admire and look up to those who can confidently manage both qualities simultaneously, without sounding passive-aggressive.

Although I grew a lot as an individual these past couple of years and I am still in the process of becoming the woman I have always meant to be, I still struggle with these two, and feel as I still have a long way to go.

Over the years I have evolved: I used to be fearless and opinionated, then I became afraid and perplexed about the world. I *toned down* which is not necessarily a bad thing, I guess, yet I had become so subdued that the day of my shift of consciousness those around who had never really experienced me that way were rather surprised, to say the least… It is their life tho, they need to deal with that *ish on their own time; Long story short: I understand the rules a little better and somehow have the self-restrain I lacked in the past (allegedly); needless to say that I am better version of my former self.

July 2015 has been so far one of the most stressful month this year, which is ok, as I tend to perform best during highly challenging times. I just hope I will get the chance to exhale, because I have been waiting to do so for quite some time now. *I feel like it is coming*.

Life is complex. But does it have to be? I guess it does, until you finally accept your boundlessness.

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©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015

#OnLoveAndLustAndEverythingInBetween (Part1)

I sometimes wonder if I will ever fall in Love again.

Some days it is obvious I will, others I doubt it very much.

Let me reiterate: I wonder if, one day, I will fall into this reciprocated Love that feels so good that nothing seems* to matter anymore, at least for a while. That Lust that overrides everything and shields you from all the negative clouds coming your way.

That astounding pleasure that lingers down your belly, tickling butterflies…  exhilarating, intoxicating, inspiring, rush of Oxytocin… Pretty dope, pretty sweet.

A parallel world where shades of blue superpose and intertwine into an undulating ocean of softness and where each breath ends in a sigh…Ooo… Can you taste the rainbow yet?

Anyway, if you feel I am delusional or too romantic: #BlameItOnMaxwell not on me… I trust that the universe will provide me with what I need, when I will need it the most. All I want is a piece of that bliss…
Love Jones

#OnLustLoveAndEverythingInBetween (Poem)

I sometimes wonder if

I will fall in Love again.

This reciprocated Love

So good nothing seems* to matter anymore

That Lust that overrides everything

Encompasses your soul with thrills

Shields you from dark clouds

Astounding pleasure lingering down, tickling butterflies…

Exhilarating, intoxicating, inspiring, rush of Oxytocin

Pretty dope, pretty sweet.

A parallel world where shades of blue superpose

Intertwine into an undulating ocean of softness

Where each breath ends in a sigh.

All I want is a piece of that bliss…

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015

#IfGodExists

#IfGodExists
She won’t mind me questioning her existence.

#IfGodExists
She is waiting on my next move.

#IfGodExists
She is unapologetically fierce and beautifully honest.

#IfGodExists
She loves purposely and accepts unconditionally.
 
She forgives and understands.
She accordingly provides.
She never doubts and she believes.
She judges not and always allows me to wonder if God exists.

#IfGodExists

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015

#AboutPatience

#AboutPatience

Every time I felt challenged, I got extremely overwhelmed. Although my life might appear unorthodox for some people, I have been living very comfortable and cautious existence. Here’s the problem: nobody has ever reached the sky by being safe, and the sky is all I’ve been longing for.

I’ve been meaning to explore this one precious gift of a life to its fullest, but was from early infused with fears and doubts. Having a strong support system is really a blessing, I think, even if some succeed without.

I claim that I am aware of my privileges, yet I can’t help but complaining about things that I can easily change, or rather, things I think I can easily change, as if, maybe, there were forces that are stronger than we might admit. As if, even with all the purpose in the world, there were energies that are way more potent that we want to give them credit for.

I have this strong belief that in the end it will all make sense. It is how I am able to get up every day and keep going, despite the headaches, the heartaches, disappointments and the shame.

Meanwhile, I am being patient.

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015

#BlameItOnMaxwell.


Once upon a time, we created music, and since then, nothing has ever been the same. There is a great deal of info we can deduct about each other, according to our musical tastes. Music fertilizes ideas, behaviors, shapes our minds, and inspires us. It’s incontestably one of the most powerful tools humans have at their disposition. The Beat is innate, as it mimics life, the heart.

I think I was always moved, more than the average folk, by people and *things’ energy. I have to admit that it is a blessing, and sometimes a curse to reach this degree of hypersensitivity, or should I say anxiety, that simultaneously engages part of your brain, while paralyzing the other: it feels unstable and a bit exhilarating, like a first kiss.

I can confidently say that music had an immense influence on my life. Although I grew up listening different genres, I’d admit that along with Bossa/Samba, Black American music like RnB and Jazz hold a very special place in my soul. D’Angelo dropped Brown Sugar on my first year of high school: little did I know that, from then on I would never be able to ever think straight again. I have search for solace in the words of Erykah and Jill, and approached life, especially my romantic relationships as if they somehow had to fit a specific soundtrack. Now picture what type of hormones sprinkled cocktail Molotov you have to deal with when that type of fiction collides with reality.

I will forever #BlameItOnMaxwell for those times when, laying on the floor, I waited for the cops to come knocking, and thanks Janet for me not caring about who is around. It took me years to realize that, at times, the music set expectations which prevented me from experiencing my version of life to its fullest, as I desperately wanted to fill the gap left in between. Other time, Music colorfully highlighted days that might have been otherwise bland and lifeless; at least for me.

Looking back and being wiser, I am grateful that I was – and still am – privilege enough to be exposed to such a rich musical life. It makes me a better artist and definitely human being, as now I am writing my own soundtrack and share it. Who knows maybe someone is listening…

#BlameItOnMaxwell.

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015

#AreYouYou?

 


Every once in a while there is a slight shift, some sort of spiritual awakening.

Then, one day as you open your eyes, you realize you have been catering to a certain ideal, specific expectations that somehow were not necessarily aligned with your inner self. Deep down you might* have known all along that something was quite peculiar…

We are taught to be “good”, sage comme une image (well-behaved, like a still picture, a photograph) and that if we’d step/act out we’d be labeled as rebel, and possibly ostracized. It is in some ways fundamental to learn these boundaries in order to understand how The System works, so you can recognize when it is on the move (to get you).

Unfortunately, some of us, after being so perfectly conditioned are too far along into standardization to even realize how constrained we are, unaware of our lack of Freedom. Others, although recognizing their limitations, will forever be doomed to wander in limbo, paralyzed by fear.

So are we really who we are meant to be?

Are we on the pack of awakening? 

Or maybe I am just overthinking, taking myself way too seriously, failing to realize that I am just another collection of ingeniously arranged carbon atoms surpassed by the complexity of her soul.

#AreYouYou?


©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015

#NeverEnough?

I never feel like I’m enough. I used to be an avid reader growing up and although I still read regularly there are so many others books to be read, so many authors I don’t even know about.

I graduated last September. My studies were as challenging than rewarding and I am so grateful I have learnt so much. I belong to the “privileged”; it also made me realize how little I know about virtually every topic I can think of.

I admire eloquence and wit of those consistent souls who have goals and reach them. I, myself, am well intentioned and constantly plan ahead, “list” in an attempt to get things done and better myself— and fall [so] short.

I know that hard work is #always rewarded, eventually, that repetition bring us closer to “perfection” and one can do everything they put their my mind to, yet I easily get overwhelmed and systematically experience staggering stage fright. I resent judgment so much that I hide my weaknesses with assurance and stare at my fears right in the eyes without ever turning my back as I’m afraid it would stab me.

Can it be that there are too many books to read, or too much knowledge available to be versed in all of them? Definitely so!!!! I should see this as a quality: it forces me to do better. So why do I never feel like I am enough? Why are these wicked insecurities crawling under my feet and meddling through the cracks [any cracks] show up at the most inopportune times? I guess that no matter how prepared I think I am I should make peace with it and get used to it. Meanwhile, the struggle continues…

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015