Energy flows anxious A metallic madness Inside experience An undetermined groove Not yet known Morphing from dirty To clean again Steps taken full speed A hundred and eighty Into a slow silent breath The good being born The bad its twin Equal liquid gods In your shaky hands To shape and unshape To freeze and…
I took a picture Sent it to my boyfriend My first thought was I look familiar Like Jigsaw Weird cheeks Big lips Strange… Full stop You look like a person Like someone loved Who also loves You look like a mom Like a girlfriend A daughter, A friend You look like the lady Who puts…
It’s strange to me Looking back now At the way I was I felt confident Shimmery Or like A disco ball Breathing colors On every surface I felt magical Like a unicorn With pretty clothes And glittery makeup Totally deluded By my own Optical illusions
Were you remembering All the baseball games As you sat on your porch Listening as kids played A few blocks away The cheers and the boos The random loud cracks As ball met bat Were you thinking of youth Would you have given anything To go back for a day To wear a uniform Sit…
I climbed so high There were flags I forgot mine So nobody knew Nobody actually cared Why did I climb? All that time All that energy All the effort and life Climbing For nothing but memory And experience And strength And the passing of time Onto the next mountain More climbing I suppose One step…
Life won’t matter once it’s gone so it HAS to matter now. I remember the exact moment it felt like everything in my life changed. It was like a strange shift. A falling through floors. As if destiny was reaching out urging me to take its hand. To be honest, that night was blurry as…
Do you spend more time inputting or outputting? Absorbing or creating? Is there something you love doing but you’re always far too busy to do it? I’ve been outputting a lot. At work, with art, with parenting, and thankfully by boyfriend reminds me to input. I listen to books all day long so I feel…
There is a field filled with small summer flowers. They feel soft beneath my bare feet. At first it’s all I notice. Color being crushed beneath my toes. Resilient little flowers. Not left bent and broken but springing back to life in my wake. Then sound. A rushing. Like a waterfall. A large, fast river…
There is a moment when you realize that your journey is yours. That moment is different for everyone. That moment for me was when I needed brain surgery. They say life flashes before your eyes when you are faced with the possibility of no tomorrow. And though we all face that possibility every second… rarely…
I spent a lot of time being convinced of who I was and how I was doing by people who didn’t have to be me. That’s not how it should work.
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