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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The Way It Looks to Me – Part 6
I tapped my fingers one by one against his skin. I counted each one as it made contact – one, two, three, four, five. “What are you doing?” Counting. I thought by five, this would get easier. Replace “this” with anything you’d like. I thought after you’ve done something, anything, five times it had toContinue reading “The Way It Looks to Me – Part 6”
Poetry Series – Rock
Had I known early on that you were a rock and could withstand the waves, I wonder if I wouldn’t have treaded so lightly? I try not to think of what ifs. I know they’re not helpful in building the life I want to live. But when there’s questions I had never asked, I leftContinue reading “Poetry Series – Rock”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5
In a parenting book, I read that it’s important to be patient with children as they’re having meltdowns because they have very big emotions inside of their very little bodies so of course, it’s going to look like a bit of a mess as they bubble to the surface. Sometimes my emotions feel too bigContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5”
Poetry Series – Sarcasm
Even now as I write a poem about being open, I place it here out of sight. I tell myself it’s a step in the right direction. There is, after all, a chance it could be seen, right? I hope it’s not, but I hope it is. I want everything out in the open butContinue reading “Poetry Series – Sarcasm”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four
I often find myself telling my hardest moments as if they were stories. If I fill in enough of the details, if I paint a vivid enough picture that I can make you actually think you were there – maybe I can paint myself out of it too, disown the thoughts involved. Does it stillContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four”
Poetry Series – What’s Happening?
I find myself looking around at the artists in the world in awe, asking myself how they can so freely share what they’re thinking, experiencing, and feeling. How do they feel when they consider that the person they wrote a song about is going to see it? Does everyone try to hide a portrait theyContinue reading “Poetry Series – What’s Happening?”
The Way It Looked To Me – Part Two
Time and time again I trace my unwillingness to share my perspective back to a fear of judgment. No matter how often I’m shown it’s okay, part of me always holds on to this worry that highlighting the parts of people and moments I love the most will somehow scare people away. The thing aboutContinue reading “The Way It Looked To Me – Part Two”
Poetry Series – Crazy
I get self-conscious over the fact that most of my best stories involve falling in love, as if it’s something to be ashamed of that love is the greatest thing I have to offer. For so many reasons, I am absolutely positive that it is by far the greatest thing that someone can offer. IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Crazy”
Poetry Series – Manic
I think life is more about learning how to work with yourself than how to work yourself to be with. I’ve been asked before if my extremely good moods might possibly be mania or at least hypomania. My impulsivity notch gets stuck on high, my need for excitement growing, the incredible things I think I’mContinue reading “Poetry Series – Manic”
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