I feel like an asshole admitting it but I absolutely used to chuckle any time a man told me he was a feminist and then started passionately going on about women’s rights and equality. I just found it so peculiar to pour so much into an issue that I was sure couldn’t be hitting asContinue reading “Poetry Series – Men”
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Ask
For someone that’s terrible at picking up on subtle hints, I certainly love to give subtle hints and cryptic messages. Funnily enough, this is always the example I think of when I hear people say that those around us are just a reflection of ourselves. What we find triggering in them is only so becauseContinue reading “Ask”
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”
Want
Do you think that if a person hears the phrase “we don’t always get what we want” enough times in their life, they start believing their wants are irrelevant in the way the world works? I’m considering the possibility that that exact scenario is what contributes to why when someone turns to me and asksContinue reading “Want”
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”
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”
“Best Self”
Sometimes it’s the smallest words that carry the most weight – love, hate, no, yes, bye.. best. They’re heavy, tiny, and packed with a punch. Sometimes they come with expectations, opportunities, guidelines, or disappointment, and more often than not that’s a weight we’ve given to the words ourselves rather than the intended weight of theContinue reading ““Best Self””
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