My #BeReal guest today is Diana Gordon. I’ve been asked “are they real” more times than I can count—and not just about a sparkly piece of jewelry or pieces of vintage Fiestaware, but about the curls in my hair and the breasts that have always been large-for-my-size. The same question… As though somehow my accessories…
I’ve discovered in the search for who I am that I’m not just one thing. You see… I kept making the mistake of trying to define myself. I am not JUST anything. I am all the different colors between and including black and white. I am a prism reflecting myself into the world. I…
Nightfall crawls restless Inside invisible veins Caressing my shoulders With shadowy hands Kissing my lips, my body Feeding my hungry aches Anxious for its presence I lie still under its weight Miles from daybreak Praying that night Will absorb my lust And bury me Underneath fields of light
Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Simon Overy So then, let me begin by thanking Hasty for giving me this opportunity to entertain (he said hopefully) her many readers and in doing so offer a big thank you to you readers out there in the blogosphere for taking time out to, you know, read…
I can’t feel my words I draw the dots, spots Meticulously one by one And I’m connecting them Constellations of emotion Designs for all to see But I don’t recognize The pictures I’ve drawn Meaningless ramblings Inside my brain, jumbled Upon the starry sky And I sit and wonder If they’ll ever amount Accumulate…
I had a conversation with a terrorist. I was appalled by her beliefs. Angry at the intensity of her hate. I couldn’t understand why such a monster lived inside me. It’s hard to love yourself because you know all the things nobody else knows. You see all the parts nobody else sees. You feel things…
The writing seemed wrong Sideways scrawls, tilted Different directions Non-linear and broken A puzzle of cursive loops Waiting to be seen By her eyes But they won’t be Not ever Because Written by her Eyes shut Tears falling She realized the words If connected Would destroy the world She had created All that was…
TO BE YOURSELF Written by Sandy Ramsey Blogger at: An Honest Sinner One of the most difficult ideas for me to grasp in this life has been the concept of how to be yourself. When you grow up without the advice to do such a thing or any idea of how to begin, you sometimes…
This was how I felt 4 months ago. So much can change so quickly. We lose ourselves and find ourselves over and over again. Hold tight… Don’t let go… Stay and fight… The lyrics I’ve already heard a thousand times are set on repeat The same sentiments over and over, camped out, taking a seat…
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