perfect little wildflower

A little something I put together for my first ever video poetry piece 🙂


perfect little wildflower from Angela Guilfoyle on Vimeo.



how the dark desert lily became

Motionless she lay

Tracings of a beautiful bouquet


Created with his fingertips

Quivering at her lips


Heat rising to an unbearable level

Deep down rumbles like a bass & treble


Delicately stroking each & every petal

He tended to her; so gentle


Picking away dried up leaves

So she could blossom into a floret at ease


She got trapped in his gaze of adoration

Her vision finally clear, a sudden aeration


Blooming so effortlessly

There she stood strong – a desert lily


After years of darkness underground

His light brought her back to life; so she found

my beautiful

you are a portrait of infinite perfection in a universe full of stars & meteors

yet, you alone, are the only celestial that illuminates that sky of yours.

a note to a lover during the solar eclipse

Will you ever come back to me?


To the place where you held my heart so tenderly

In a space where no darkness shone through

Where you and I never held back; tried and true


Because the love we shared

Was more rare than a solar eclipse

Never daring to stare directly at us

a dreaded love apocalypse,

was what you feared


I remember the time you told me

The reflection of the stars were in my eyes

The law of the universe written and actualized

So no need for a telescopee to see


Now I find myself floating aimlessly

Because you ripped away our galaxy

So quickly it was a tragedy


Lost stardust roaming courageously

Waiting until our universes collide again

Holding on tight to our energy shamelessly


As I ask again, will you ever come back to me?




flying high particles; mesmerizing theatricals

only those awakened witness the magnetic trend

spreading magnificently loud to each heartbeat sound

kaleidoscopic rainbows and endless firework shows

aesthetics unbelievably admirable; a fantasy land from a fable

a story yet to be told, as it’s meant to be just a memory for the mind to hold

How do you have it all figured out?

July 20, 2017  – 10:45am

I am doing something I do not generally do. I am writing this piece without having it all figured out.

A roadblock that is constantly appearing in my life is this “urge” to make sure all the puzzles pieces fit together perfectly before sharing myself with others.

It’s the perfect harmony to your favorite song. It’s like trying to catch the exact ebb and flow of a wave when surfing. It’s a coloring book filled with pictures that has no color outside the lines (almost impossible  – ask any mother of a toddler).

I think you get the picture, yeah? We can get close to perfect with time and diligent practice. Yet if we never share ourselves then there is no room for imperfection.

There is no space to improve, to grow, or for that matter – make mistakes. There is no time to color crazily outside the lines, get flipped and tumbled around by a wave, or scream at the top of your lungs.

I invite you to share yourself (unapologetically) and create the possibility to receive from others without judgment.

Accept what is by partaking in the beauty of who you are. Especially and most importantly when nothing is figured out.

love, lena xo



there is a gracefulness to her rays

tactfully auspicious

strangers lost in her gaze

lustful and suspicious


seeking her out cravingly

her sunshine; a tragic contagion

light sheds pervasively

creating a world of optimistic contamination

Mondays are what you make them

What are you grateful for today?

Mondays can feel rather daunting or feel empowering. Monday is yet another day. Another 24 hours to grow and nourish yourself into whoever it is that you are. You don’t need to be any different or any better. You are all that you ever need to be my friends. It’s just about honing in on the natural abilities you already possess.

So, what I tend to do in my journal is write down three things I’m grateful for each day. It could be as big as getting a new job or really loving that new down-feather pillow you got this week. It could be anything and everything! I’ve also found it rather powerful to share with others too. Spread the love!

Today I am grateful for:

  1. Singing at the top of my lungs
  2. Living near my sister
  3. Sunshine

If you would like to, go ahead and share yours (or even do it mentally). Let’s make this list infectious today guys, and provide someone with a smile. Mondays are not so bad after all because there is always something to be happy about!

love &hugs,



Star dust oscillates through the blood

The taste of a Szechuan bud

Lingering on the tongue


Lightning crashes in one lung

The other overflowing with a starry-eyed sea

Bioluminescence sensuality


Materializing to a feverish energy

The mind lost in reverie


Your bodies no longer grounded

Everything becomes soundless


Each resembling a weightless feather

Serenely fading into a peaceful world together

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