It’s known that hurting people hurt other people. Intentionally and unintentionally. Your traumas will always be a part of you but you get to decide how you carry them. Do you learn from them? Do you let them change you into a better more loving, compassionate, and giving person? Or do you carry them in…
I feel liquid Flowing Further away From solid Emotions drift Muscles relax And I escape For a moment Deeper into you
I’ve always felt like a small piece Like there is a place waiting For the exact right shape To fit within its little void I feel a part of the sun Of the swaying trees Of the raging storms And the crashing sea A part of so many things But never fully have I fit…
The days slowly crawl From sunrise to sunset The same words echo Until they fall silent The sky mourns us With determined drops That fall heavy Even maybe a bit angry At our solitude Because Even heaven understands Our torment at being apart
I saw a butterfly/moth on my bedroom window screen. It was beautiful. I’m glad for the day. For the steps I’ll take. For my daughter and for my person. For my family and friends. Recognizing the beauty in the day. That’s hard for some of us. It takes practice. Today I am finding beauty in…
The fire It fortified her bones Into milky glass torches And turned her blood Into kerosene rivers And that’s how she set The whole world on fire
My heart feels a bit torn up But it still beats even as it hurts Because that’s what hearts do
I don’t remember the first time I thought, “man I wish I could be more…”. More classy, more beautiful, more funny, more smart, more stable, more serious. I’ve lost count of how often I wished I was less messy, less emotional, less sad, less weak, less random, less awkward. Seems I’m constantly wishing I had…
It’s magic the way you smile at me They way it dances across your face And mindlessly flirts with my eyes The way it grabs my attention And doesn’t need to demand it But simply holds it in its grasp Just by merely existing, by being real God knows I love how it makes me…
Where are you now That the ink smeared Itself across the page Blurring black and white Hiding motivations Condemning intentions Dividing all endeavors For dignity and respect Where are you now That the exposure Has us frostbitten Naked and scarred Everything given up Bared and sacrificed Once again Once again Once again And no more…
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