The faces in the reflections are never the same faces as in the trees, clouds, leaves. The faces in the reflections are always looking back, looking at me, emotion heavily present across their face but the faces aren’t me. Reflections aren’t just for mirrors. I see them in the windows, on the shiny surface ofContinue reading “Faces”
Tag Archives: Authenticity
Writing
Not writing feels like lying, even if only by omission. Not writing feels like I’m hiding. Have you ever played hide and seek with someone that’s terrible at seeking? Hiding parts of yourself. You get bored. Stir crazy. You start moving around, peeking around the corner of the barricade to see if they’re even close.Continue reading “Writing”
Poetry Series – Cemetary Lessons
I get embarrassed to admit just how much I ignored what I wanted out of life anytime anyone else was present. I was afraid to leave the house alone when in relationships because I never wanted to make anyone feel like I was abandoning them by needing time for myself. The thing is, though, IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Cemetary Lessons”
Poetry Series – Breakfast Interruptions
I remember hearing or reading somewhere that our dreams can only show us things, people, and faces we’ve been exposed to in real life. Your mind can’t just create a new face to represent a person in your dream. I’ve gotten used to seeing half blurred faces, ones I can’t remember or picture again. SoContinue reading “Poetry Series – Breakfast Interruptions”
Poetry Series – Spiritual Encounters
I don’t surround myself with enough people that speak of spiritual experiences and sometimes it means I feel incredibly alone. When I have dreams that scare me and deter me from speaking about mine, I secretly believe it’s the evil in the world attacking me while I sleep. I genuinely believe in the war betweenContinue reading “Poetry Series – Spiritual Encounters”
Poetry Series – Simply, In Love
When we try to be with the wrong people we start believing a false narrative about ourselves when things don’t work out. I thought I was hard to love, not open enough with my love, difficult to be around, too emotional, overly sexual, too distant, too aggressive. I tried changing everything about myself only toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Simply, In Love”
Poetry Series – Back to Driveway Potions
I’m not great at handling change. It’s my constant battle with learning to let go. I hold on to the little things, they mean the most. I don’t always voice them so nobody knows the way they mean the world to me and a change in routine may feel earth-shattering. I continue the silence becauseContinue reading “Poetry Series – Back to Driveway Potions”
Poetry Series – Proudest Anniversary
I would have argued that calling something a sin is the surest way to draw someone to it. I’ve always had this tendency to do the things I was told not to. Often it’s the idea that people that give off an illusion of being well-intentioned are often hiding more sinister, selfish, motives. I startContinue reading “Poetry Series – Proudest Anniversary”
Poetry Series – Grounding Steps
The truth about life, for me, is that the smallest things are the most impactful. This means a leaf can move me to tears with the way it dances in the wind, beautifully, to bird songs. Similarly, it means that the pebbles lining the ground hold more opportunity than they ever do inconvenience. If IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Grounding Steps”
Poetry Series – Sacral Blocks
I have the hardest time telling people that I plan to take care of myself. I’ve gotten to the point where I can do it when I’m alone but in the company of others, sometimes it feels like an inconvenience. Sometimes, taking care of myself makes me feel like I’m less fun, not cool. Always,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Sacral Blocks”
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