I keep trying to love all the old, odd, broken people because I feel odd and broken too and I hope someone would see the parts of me that deserve to be loved too. But alas, I see it doesn’t work like that. It only took 2.5 decades to come to this conclusion. Not longContinue reading “Old, Odd, Broken People”
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Can’t I be Mad Out Loud?
Why must my madness only be palatable in eloquence? Can’t I be mad out loud? Why can’t I wear my madness in my attire? Can’t I just not shower? Not sleep on time? Not eat right? Walk straight? Nor exercise? Can’t I just be unabashedly insane for a day and still be considered well? “I’mContinue reading “Can’t I be Mad Out Loud?”
What if the Sun Decided She Wanted to Die
What if the sun decided she wanted to die That she was tired of showing up and how she desperately needed to cry. What if the sun was burn out Carrying a flame that seemed as though it would never run out. What if she forgoes showing up And decided to leave; seeming rather abrupt.Continue reading “What if the Sun Decided She Wanted to Die”
What if we could?
What if we could walk away from trauma? What if we could fly away from hurt? What if we could swim away from pain? What if we could run away from all the torturous familiarity? What if we could learn a new language that has no words that we’ve encoded in this trauma chain weContinue reading “What if we could?”
I Don’t Hide Anymore
I hid for the last time last week I cried for the last time in the shower Well, lemme not be hasty haha We all know life has a way of circling back on us I meant to say; I won’t hide from my loved ones anymore I’ll cry and let them sit with me.Continue reading “I Don’t Hide Anymore”
You Deserve It
You know; that someone who makes a fuss over ya That person who thinks everyday with you is a special day That person who thinks you’re the sunshine on a cold winter day That person who thinks you’re the breeze on a hot day in the tropics That person who feels like the sun; likeContinue reading “You Deserve It”
Reclaiming My Leisure
Since August of this year I have gone back into business for myself full time and it has required being constantly on the go, always taking calls and replying to messages, keeping up with content on the social media pages and just being available all the time to my clients. I don’t like it. There.Continue reading “Reclaiming My Leisure”
B.B.A – Body Before Antipsychotics
Can we agree to stop telling people they have gained weight? Do we really think others don’t look in the mirror and know that they have been getting fatter? Do we think that they believe their clothes are shrinking and not that they are expanding? Sighs, listen; I’m so so grateful to this body forContinue reading “B.B.A – Body Before Antipsychotics”
I Want to be with Someone Who
Makes me feel secure enough to be soft Makes me feel safe enough to put my armour down, for I already destroyed my walls I want to be with someone who reveres my divine femininity and firm masculinity I want to be with someone who sees God in me I want to be with someoneContinue reading “I Want to be with Someone Who”
Dear Nature
I love how wild and untamed you are How pristinely you take up space everywhere I love how bipolar you are; hot one minute, cold the next and raging fuxking mad another I love how you just don’t give shit about existing the way you do. I love how you carve paths for waterways whereContinue reading “Dear Nature”
Home is Where the He-Art Is
They say; home is where the heart is My he-Art is always with me Within me Sometimes buried deep Sometimes right there on the surface of my chest Slightly left, towards the centre Right there; that’s my heart This is my he-art Do you feel it? Maybe, you can even see it. Strapped in rightContinue reading “Home is Where the He-Art Is”
I Still Love My Husband
As I do all my exes And as I do all the amazing people in my life. I still love my husband as a human I got to close to and want the absolute best for, I still love my husband as a person I empathize with and can show compassion towards, I still loveContinue reading “I Still Love My Husband”
The Hole
I hate it hereHere is the holeHuck’s holeDo you know Huck?Olivia Pope?The white hat?….I know, distractingAnyho, I’m not doing well but I’m still trying.I like to focus on the latter #blessed #grateful
Pondering Poetry
Poetry preserves pain, ponders prejudices, personifies platitudinous passions, proving poets postulate and plant probing paradigms passively, perpetuating profound poetic prosaicisms.
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