I wash my face with midnightAs the moonlight settles inI let it sink into my skinAnd caress my every curveChilled from a winter breezeI’m numb to its nimble handFocus and clarity do I seekBreathing in frozen gustsMy lungs fill with rationalityAnd I can once again begin
I found calm Steady breath A place where The quiet feels… Composed But what if I’m in the eye Of the storm? What if chaos Has just settled Like sand does Waiting for the heat To clash with the cold Inside my brain What if his screams What if his anger What if their words…
I look around at all the people who have made me feel unimportant and the crowd never gets smaller. And it never will. They have taken my smiles and put them in a pocket stuffed with their crumpled up receipts and mostly chewed gum wads. They’ve stolen my words and my deeds and gave them…
Sometimes you just have to stand back, take a few big breaths, and refocus on the world around you. I think sometimes everything feels too tight, too set, too closed in. Feelings of being penned into a corner, and like there are only a few choices can be stifling. The world is so big. So…
It’s so complex At first glance Overwhelming Hard to grasp Too many Variables Options Buts and ifs And… ands It’s complex Until you dig in Cut into it Rip it apart Until it’s simple Solveable Actionable Easy peasy
I decided a few things. Settled a few things about myself I’d been struggling with. Mainly little things that have caused far too much anxiety. So… I let go. I let go of all the hopes and dreams and opened a mental bank account for the energy I spent on them. I’ll use that energy…
You know that place where The nights fall And the days get buried The place where Rivers run Rainbows fade And breezes fall silent That’s the place I need to find So I can rest Far away From this place
It doesn’t matter It doesn’t compute It doesn’t work It doesn’t want to keep Fighting the same fight Listening to the same lies It doesn’t want to exist In this one moment It doesn’t want to think It doesn’t want to work It doesn’t want to be
So many colors Melt into my eyes Absorbing the light And transforming it Distorting it Then transporting it Into bundles Small and nondescript Barely noticeable Into the universe Of black and white
I forget how depression feels sometimes. That’s dangerous. To forget isn’t an option. I have to remind myself how sneaky and insidious it is. I must remember what it felt like to be its prisoner. Depression as a room and me held captive against my will. I am so grateful to have escaped this room……
Because I don’t feel brave. Because I want to be brave. Because I need to be brave. Because, when it counts… I am brave. ~Hastywords 10 WAYS TO BE BRAVE Love yourself. This is one of the hardest things to do for many, many reasons. Sometimes, in order to love yourself…
I wish we didn’t need sleep but we do. I’m starting to feel age creeping into my bones and my brain and now more than ever I’m realizing how important a clear and stable mind sleep is. Brittle bones Trapped In a bag of flesh Fat dissolving Organs hardening Brain short Short Short-circuiting Life deteriorating…
Racism is just another reason to be a bully… and it needs to stop. A true story written by Byron Hamel THE ROOK by Byron Hamel Did I ever tell you about the time I protected two black children from a Neo-Nazi skinhead who was crazy angry and getting violent because their mother was white?…
There is this little shadow that lurks inside the light. Like an impossible shadow that shouldn’t exist because of all the light. It carries with it energy and it looks for thoughts it can eat so it can grow. It likes negative thoughts the most but it can sustain itself on little frustrating or nagging…
People work hard at orchestrating how other people feel. Their need to be loved and liked is powerful. I wasn’t very old the first time I realized not everyone liked me. I met a woman who was in her late 20’s before she realized not everyone liked her. She remembers the revelation as traumatic because…
