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”
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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”
The Way It Looked To Me – Part One
One of my favorite things is hearing someone describe the way they experienced something. There are times where my attention fixes on something, my focus narrows in, the rest of the world seems to disappear and it’s like an explosion of feeling, appreciation, gratitude. To me, these moments feel like little bursts of magic inContinue reading “The Way It Looked To Me – Part One”
Voice
“You’re telling me this broad walked around with all of these dudes and SHE didn’t write a book about it? No, don’t believe it.” Maybe I’m not the only one that feels like my words have been stifled. Perhaps my voice isn’t the only one silently screaming from within to finally let it out. Sometimes,Continue reading “Voice”
Poetry Series – Hate
Whether we are intentionally being taught or not, we seem to always be learning. If you’ve ever spent enough time around someone that you start unintentionally taking on their mannerisms from time to time, you see that we’re not always trying to pick up the behaviors that we do. Sometimes exposure is all it takes.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Hate”
Poetry Series – Blue Hole
My desire for privacy becomes my downfall when it’s time to present my work. I’ll be proud of what I made but not want to explain how it was fueled by hurt. That’s the beautiful thing about creating pictures with words, pulling emotion out, and allowing the details to blur their way into meaning. MyContinue reading “Poetry Series – Blue Hole”
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