I didn’t notice I was slipping until – I’m ready to hang myself – slipped into my mind without warning. I didn’t know I was distant until I stopped recognizing the person sitting next to me. When he reassures me and asks if I know that I can talk to him about anything that’s botheringContinue reading “Poetry Series – Irving, Losing My Mind”
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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 – 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 – 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 – Spontaneity at the Ready
What does it feel like when you get good at observing life as it passes? How do you know when your reactions have leveled out? What intensity is an acceptable one and how do we achieve just that but nothing more? I burst into tears at some of the weirdest things over the last twoContinue reading “Poetry Series – Spontaneity at the Ready”
Poetry Series – Carried Off
I think I’m getting better and better at staying consistent, handling life, and then something throws me for a loop. I desperately need a moment to catch my breath. I can feel myself closing off again, pulling away. I’m trying to remember that we can’t all back out. I made my entrance and I haveContinue reading “Poetry Series – Carried Off”
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”
Poetry Series – How? Magic.
Empathy – the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. I’ve been putting myself in other people’s shoes my entire life. Maybe if I understand why they’re hurting, I’ll never hurt someone that way for the same reason. If you believe that we’re all connected, sometimes learning the hard way can just beContinue reading “Poetry Series – How? Magic.”
Poetry Series – Stories
Everywhere I look, I see the things I asked for. Life feels the most whole it has ever felt even when I’m shattering. Everyone gives me something and I only hope that I’m returning the favor, love the confirmation when I do. I’m trying to remind myself, continually, to not get swept back into theContinue reading “Poetry Series – Stories”
Poetry Series – Shame
I keep promising myself no judgment but it’s hard when I watch my over-ambitious plans be patched together and then come crumbling apart as soon as they get close. Sometimes it’s situational, out of my control, but sometimes I’m backing out, feeling out of control. I promised myself a conversation this week, it didn’t happen.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Shame”
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