I haven’t been writing and I’ll say it’s because I didn’t have time but feel free to call my bullshit and acknowledge my unwillingness to prioritize the things that are important for me, even amidst that chaos. Here’s to hoping it’s time for a strong return. Here’s to always finding your way back to yourself,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Psychosis”
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Poetry Series – Vulnerable Confessions
Do you ever feel like your sexuality doesn’t fit your body? Like it’s not yours to carry around, show off, do something with? I’m learning to love my love and love my sexuality too. I’m learning to accept that intimacy isn’t just a thing to be had between two and that it differs from commitment,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Vulnerable Confessions”
Poetry Series – Growing Pains
The hardest thing to remember about growing is that not everyone will grow at the same rate. There will be times you grow so tall that the world as you know it is seen from a whole new perspective. We call this a shift. Some people will say in consciousness. I’m not sure if I’mContinue reading “Poetry Series – Growing Pains”
Poetry Series – Secrets
I’m trying to remind myself as people emerge from the past that the me they miss is dead. The dead can not respond to an email, not to a text. I’d be an imposter if I responded back. I’m not who they’re looking for, they don’t miss me, they miss the boundaries she lacked. SecretsContinue reading “Poetry Series – Secrets”
Poetry Series – Devil Disguised
I have this fear that someday someone will take me too literally. Maybe they won’t see that I’m just a very visual learner so lessons come a little more vividly to me. I have this fear that I’ll be 302’d, called crazy. I’d say the Devil passed that on to me but like I said,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Devil Disguised”
Poetry Series – Dishware
The first three lines smack me in the face the second I open the cabinet and reach for a mug to fill will coffee, to carry me over when a 3am feeding turns into an inability to sleep. I have this itching reminder to find something productive to do with my energy so when myContinue reading “Poetry Series – Dishware”
Poetry Series – To the Dicks
Sometimes my opinions are so strong, I worry they’ll erupt from my body. I try to keep calm, and level my voice as I explain in hopes that they’ll be more well-received. I acknowledged that I don’t even know how much of a place I have to hold such strong views on the issue soContinue reading “Poetry Series – To the Dicks”
Poetry Series – Black
I don’t think we are to blame for the environments we grew up in and the beliefs that we were taught but I sure as hell think we are responsible for finding ways to identify and rewrite them as we grow up. We are raised in a culture that normalizes searching for and identifying differencesContinue reading “Poetry Series – Black”
Poetry Series – 38 Weeks Positive
In moments of darkness, there is nothing scarier than the happiness that now consumes my life the majority of the time. In some of my lowest moments, I’ve gone on rants about my desperate want not to want anything. At the time, I didn’t recognize it but the real fear is that in having, youContinue reading “Poetry Series – 38 Weeks Positive”
Poetry Series – Confessionals
The truth is, sometimes I have just as hard of a time admitting the good things as I do the bad. I consider it might be a fear of pride, ego, stepping in. More likely it’s the idea that I’ve believed I was the bad for so long that accepting the good in me soundContinue reading “Poetry Series – Confessionals”
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