How much of life is about forgetting who we are and then building the courage to journey back to ourselves once again? How much of this is just “the cycle” that is meant to be broken? What if – we can embody ourselves, consistently? Magical Apologies Baby, I’m sorry for the moments that I’ve yelled.IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Magical Apologies”
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Poetry Series – Unanswered Calls
It was brought to my attention that many “neurodivergent” people and people with “hyper-senisitivity” disorders also* commonly experience hyper-mobile joints. They are the highly sensitive. Those that take nothing but little nudges for great change to follow. And for the magnitude of the feelings, negative or positive, equal in the opposite exists as contrast toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Unanswered Calls”
Poetry Series – Inside Job
As I watch the reactions, I remind myself, that some people have grown up in a household in which they received more attention for their tantrums than ever for a gentle bid for love. My heart aches for them, all, as I watch them split into two. Half carries the weight of determination to neverContinue reading “Poetry Series – Inside Job”
Poetry Series – Competition
I’m finding myself worn down by seeing just how deeply fighting has been engrained in our culture(s). We say we’re advancing but keep the need to survive alive. Our fear has become the most advanced weapon we/they have and it’s used against ourselves time and time again, by design. Getting to the root of theContinue reading “Poetry Series – Competition”
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”
No, Tempation!
I have long claimed that I am lacking in the self-control department. Almost in a way that I’d wear it like a badge, excusing me for my bad decisions. What does it say about me if I’m biting back a cop joke on that one? It seems to be in our nature, humans – notContinue reading “No, Tempation!”
Poetry Series – Chest
I regularly find myself sitting down to write only to pour out something I was so sure that I was over. I think of a friend of mine whose tag has a spiral in it. We always keep circling back to learn something new about the point where we were previously at. So I allowContinue reading “Poetry Series – Chest”
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