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”
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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 – Potatoes
Since my miscarriage, every time I cry I have dramatically yelled at my boyfriend that it’s all over the fucking potatoes. He laughs, I laugh, and the crying stops for a minute. It doesn’t fully go away until it’s been unburied, let out, carefully addressed. When I cry and potatoes come to mind, I plantContinue reading “Poetry Series – Potatoes”
Poetry Series – What do you want from me?
I haven’t been the most productive person, and I’m sure I haven’t even been the most present, but my presence in the moment is magnitudes more frequent than it’s been in as long as i can remember. For me, this is an achievement. For me, this is what matters in life. I’m sitting on theContinue reading “Poetry Series – What do you want from me?”
Poetry Series – Insecure
I’m not typically one to talk politics but I think this is far less political and far more pertaining to the war at hand – light and dark. I understand a want to protect a life, or even a potential life, but I don’t understand how people don’t see that the level of care isContinue reading “Poetry Series – Insecure”
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 – 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 – Paranoia
There’s an importance to finding balance, a point of grounding, when your opponent is a strong force. I remember wrestling, fighting, always in play but always with firmness and a need to assert myself. The most important thing you can do is get yourself firmly grounded, even if you’re not the one with the mostContinue reading “Poetry Series – Paranoia”
Poetry Series – Don’t Go Back
I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve left people behind. Some of them I keep finding myself wanting to go back for, worried that I didn’t leave a clear path for them to follow. I get into these moods of letting go, clearing out, but then I wonder if I didn’t give something enough thoughtContinue reading “Poetry Series – Don’t Go Back”
Poetry Series – Bodily Betrayal
I am far from ready to talk about it, so I’m going to write about it. My body betrayed me and it’s almost as if it had to make sure that I knew. I get it, that sounds like paranoia, a disorder of some sort. Your body doesn’t have a mind of its own. ButContinue reading “Poetry Series – Bodily Betrayal”
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