Life isn’t meant to be easy, only simple. We aren’t meant to make it through unscathed but with stories and lessons. The people that you’re meant to keep around won’t make you feel bad for being who you really* are. If you never have to tell someone that you’re upset, hurt, or “no” in theContinue reading “Poetry Series – Weekend Falling”
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Poetry Series – Three Twenty
I’ve been more inconsistent here than I’d like to be but I’m releasing judgment on the fact that I started a new job a week ago, had a chaotic week before that, and am finding the time when I can. I’m releasing myself from writing as an obligation and allowing that writing is what IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Three Twenty”
Poetry Series – Love Protest
I read an article that said bulimia can be formed as a result of unhealthy attachments to a mother’s love, rooted all the way back in the nursing stage of development. I’m absolutely buying it. The idea is that the toxicity of the milk, caused by ill-thought and negative feelings, can create a disconnect inContinue reading “Poetry Series – Love Protest”
Poetry Series – Chicken Butt
Some things become outgrown, over-used. I don’t know if this happens by chance, length of time, frequency of occurrence, or what other criteria it goes by. Perhaps with a little extra care, we can preserve the things most important to us longer than they would have lasted if we had approached with reckless abandon –Continue reading “Poetry Series – Chicken Butt”
Poetry Series – Free Eater
I’ve struggled with disordered eating, a lot more seriously than I’d like to admit, over the better part of my teenage and adult life. The thing is when we don’t feel like we have control over most of our lives we’re willing to grasp for anything to take control of, even if it destroys us.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Free Eater”
Poetry Series – Drunken Love Confessions
If you’re on the brink of giving up hope on love, I’ve been there. I don’t think we should ever give up hope on anything, though. What’s missing will be found in the last place you look and so often we find things when we stop looking. Maybe it’s okay to keep hope but toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Drunken Love Confessions”
Poetry Series – Missplace
We’re always circling back to lessons, relearning from previous experiences. I wonder if sometimes that’s why I feel so out of place in the present day. Maybe I’m revisiting, relearning. It’s the only thing I can think to tell myself, sometimes, to keep from feeling like I’m going crazy. Missplace Where am ISometimes I forgetI’veContinue reading “Poetry Series – Missplace”
Rewrite.
Our lives can be broken down into the experiences we have and how they are shaped by our perspectives. What happens is if an experience is particularly traumatic for us, its explosive nature often leads us to reshape our perspective to account for the possibility of that narrowly escaped catastrophe happening again. For anyone that,Continue reading “Rewrite.”
Poetry Series – Tired of Your Face
If you have a big heart, maybe you know the pain of desperately wanting to help someone that isn’t ready or willing to receive your help. I’ve often been much more willing to take suffering on myself than to watch another person go through it. Sometimes, though, we have to sit back and let theContinue reading “Poetry Series – Tired of Your Face”
Poetry Series – Baby, In My Head
It’s funny because there’s not actually a correct way to date, to love, but everyone seems to have an opinion about your approach to it. It doesn’t matter how you approach it, someone will inevitably chime in to tell you that you’re doing it wrong and offer suggestions on how to correct it. Now, IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Baby, In My Head”
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