You once told me that you no longer recognized me… Distaste spilled from your mouth as if this was a truth I should somehow have found shame in. But I knew better. Finally, I knew better. For you see, I am still me. It’s just that when we were together I was made a littleContinue reading “.your self-proclaimed Eden”
Tag Archives: self love
.underneath
You ask me where I come from. What I’ve done. Where I’ve been. Who I am. I could write about my childhood…. growing up in a household with parents who don’t know what love is. With siblings that follow suit. I could tell you about the endless days and nights where I cried alone inContinue reading “.underneath”
.time
Time is a funny thing. It keeps me up at night. It speeds me through my day. It stresses me out and I never seem to have enough of it. But what is time, really? Why does it dictate my life the way I allow it to? Why do I dread looking at the clockContinue reading “.time”
.then to now
Going through the words, poems, stories and memories that I have recorded on paper over the past few years can make my heart tremble at times. The pain that drenched so many of my days still lingers silently in the background of my mind. Inside of me: Every moment, every day navigating through; trying toContinue reading “.then to now”
.escalate your mind
High tide Purple mountain Revolution pride… Dirty water Smokey skies Transcending into time… Walking through the rivers Elevating minds Take the time to escalate All it is you find Lonely sidewalks sliding They all know my name Traveled on before hand… In this never ending game Roaring waters pushing Bouncing back in time Crimson cloudsContinue reading “.escalate your mind”
.i’m not sorry
Someone close to me recently pointed out how I apologize for things that are both in and out of my control. He pointed it out often, until I started to notice myself… Yesterday I counted 42 times before the day was over. Why am I so sorry? Truth is, I’ve been programmed to wish IContinue reading “.i’m not sorry”
.broken toys
The little girl who grew up too fast Always picking up the mess after others… She learned to be a servant first And not to forget to wear her plastic smile She played with beaten down toys And grew up surrounding herself With broken boys Always hoping to fix them… She didn’t realize until itContinue reading “.broken toys”
.this time
The days where I feel a slight spunk in my step and a happy go lucky attitude slowly taking over my pessimistic demeanor seem to stand out amongst the others. Its the days where I wake up rested and choose to make anything that comes my way work for the better. Its the days thatContinue reading “.this time”
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