My disgust with life has returned tenfold and I’m struggling to get anything out even though it’s arguably the time I need to the absolute most. The truth is, I need an outlet where I feel like I can be seen without feeling like I’m being watched. I thought this was it. Then I keptContinue reading “Poetry Series – Sickness”
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Poetry Series – Extend Belief
I get angry when someone else tells me not to write about certain topics because some people might read it and take it wrong. Where is my rage when I’m silencing myself, telling myself not to write about topics because people might not get it, might think I’m crazy? My rage is still there onlyContinue reading “Poetry Series – Extend Belief”
Poetry Series – PTSD
Not everyone out there, watching your moves is doing it so that they can root for you. See, it’s been brought to my awareness that some of my readers might be creeps, going through my posts just to keep tabs on me. I’d like to say that I’ve flattered that I take up that muchContinue reading “Poetry Series – PTSD”
Poetry Series – Safe Adults
When we ask another person to keep quiet about what we’ve done, we’re asking them to carry the burden and weight of actions that we know were wrong. Often if we’ve put people in situations where they feel unsafe, once the truth finally comes out the sense of unease, and lack of safety will shiftContinue reading “Poetry Series – Safe Adults”
Poetry Series – Controversy
When you start sharing your truth, the people that have wronged you will inevitably protest. We grow in a society where it’s encouraged to hide all of your greatest wrongs, biggest flaws, lest you be judged for them. One of the biggest wrongs I’ve committed, at least to myself, was tiptoeing around people so oftenContinue reading “Poetry Series – Controversy”
Poetry Series – Amber Heard, I heard
I don’t know who’s guilty and who’s innocent in this case and quite frankly, I don’t care. But I think there’s a chance, a lesson, to learn a little empathy and compassion tucked away somewhere here. Amber Heard, I heard Amber HeardI heardYou shit on a pillowCan I start by saying –disgusting!I heardYou shit onContinue reading “Poetry Series – Amber Heard, I heard”
Poetry Series – Mental Abuse
I attended a poetry slam for the first time last week and I never thought it would feel so refreshing to watch other people purge themselves of the weight the world has piled on them. I went to a poetry slam for the first time last week and I think I expected to find aContinue reading “Poetry Series – Mental Abuse”
Poetry Series – War on Sexuality
Some days I write to keep up the habit of writing. I never want to forget again how good it feels just to get things out. Other days, I write because if I don’t the words will explode from me as a shout. I’ve been fighting myself for a while now on the topic ofContinue reading “Poetry Series – War on Sexuality”
Poetry Series – Growth, Self Observed
The continued desire to receive external validation for the things that I’m already proud of makes my stomach churn but no matter how sick I get, my body still can’t seem to purge itself of that itch. In these moments of self-disgust, I try to soften and remind myself that it’s natural to look toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Growth, Self Observed”
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”
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