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”
Tag Archives: Growth
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 – 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 – My Body
Guys, I’m fucking tired. I’m tired of the world, the pain, the grasping for control instead of focusing on our own lives. I’ve got to start speaking up if I want to see change but speaking up gets hard when you’ve been told your entire life that you need to change. My Body I wasContinue reading “Poetry Series – My Body”
Poetry Series – Spiritual Encounters
I don’t surround myself with enough people that speak of spiritual experiences and sometimes it means I feel incredibly alone. When I have dreams that scare me and deter me from speaking about mine, I secretly believe it’s the evil in the world attacking me while I sleep. I genuinely believe in the war betweenContinue reading “Poetry Series – Spiritual Encounters”
Poetry Series – Back to Driveway Potions
I’m not great at handling change. It’s my constant battle with learning to let go. I hold on to the little things, they mean the most. I don’t always voice them so nobody knows the way they mean the world to me and a change in routine may feel earth-shattering. I continue the silence becauseContinue reading “Poetry Series – Back to Driveway Potions”
Poetry Series – Hurting Promises
I get tired of going through life alone but trying to factor someone into the equation gets challenging. It’s like the switch to letters from numbers in math. Your knee-jerk reaction is that they must be out of place. The equation is off now. I’m trying to remind myself, daily, hourly, every fucking minute… I’mContinue reading “Poetry Series – Hurting Promises”
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 – 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 – Uncomfortable Encounter
My favorite days to write are the ones where everything feels like fair game. I don’t want to apologize for who I am or what I’ve experienced and I certainly don’t want to hold back the words begging to erupt from my mouth. I should be doing laundry, the clothes won’t wash themselves. But theContinue reading “Poetry Series – Uncomfortable Encounter”
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