My greatest journey in life has been remembering how to consistently be myself, consistently love. It’s still a work in progress but, I’m finally letting my weird be weird to the people who find it weird without feeling the need to suppress it. Dreamscapes The bathrooms are finally clean, I can go in them –Continue reading “Poetry Series – Dreamscapes”
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Poetry Series – Control
I’m having one of those can-you-believe-the-audacity kind of weeks. Half not minding my own business but I own it and allow for release. So here’s all of the frustration, flowing out to set me free. Control On a scale of 0 to 100ControlEnergy is about a five.GraspingFor someone to latch onto your angerAnd when IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Control”
Poetry Series – Hurt People
Hurt people, hurt people. Hurt people hurt people. I repeat. Hurt people, hurt people. Hurt people, hurt people. HURT PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE! HURT PEOPLE, HURT PEOPLE!!!! You can say I’m selfish when I’m not coming around, I get it. It looks that way. But my healing is just as much for you as it isContinue reading “Poetry Series – Hurt People”
Poetry Series – Energy
Beneath the anger, almost every time without question, you’ll find hurt, fear, sadness, or grief. A useful tool when facing danger, maybe, to keep you at the ready. Even that I’d question. Fueling your anger with attention, acting it out as if it’s the truth, will get you no where but farther away from you.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Energy”
Poetry Series – Flat Tire
Flat Tire I watch the tire shrink to the ground as I prepare my argument for how, in this moment, I am the more deflated of the two of us.As I watch it melt against the pavement, I catch a leaf falling out of the corner of my eye and for a moment, the urgeContinue reading “Poetry Series – Flat Tire”
Poetry Series – Endless Questions
I give up and try again at least half a dozen times a day. It may not be over the same thing but it’s with the same amount of certainty, both in the need to quit and the need to keep going. I wonder if I keep getting pulled, tug-a-warred back and forth in bothContinue reading “Poetry Series – Endless Questions”
Poetry Series – Skin Blemishes
Skin Blemishes I pull my skin tight, run my fingertips over it and look closely.I’m searching for imperfections to pick at, magnify.Letting nature take its course these things would come and go.Taking it into my own hands, I’m determined to dig them out of me.I leave behind a trail of glowing red as evidence.Moments later,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Skin Blemishes”
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 – Crag
Sometimes the people we think will never hurt us have been standing by watching us self-destruct all along, adding fuel to the fire. I don’t think they mean to. They may have even been trying to contain the explosion. Think about trying to put a grease fire out with water but don’t actually try it.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Crag”
Perspective on Mental Illness
I came across this today during my mindless scrolling on Facebook and perhaps this is an attempt to give meaning to my scrolling, justify it, or perhaps someone somewhere needs this. I did, once. Another perspective to consider: Everyone is fighting their own battles. People may not mean* to make ‘mentally ill’ people feel badContinue reading “Perspective on Mental Illness”
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