The look upon your faceWhen you told me"It's as if you have one foot out the door,"Rattled me.It rattled me to the core.At first I wanted to deny,But I know I cannot hide from the truth.Yes. You were right. All these years I've been waiting,Just waiting for somebody To come here and pluck me away. … Continue reading The Other Day..
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Distractions, Distractions
My distractions become my curseAs I hurdle over life's burdens,Stumbles,And falls. I bury myself under layers ofComfort,Sin,Self pity,And remorseAll the while hating myself,Not healing myself,Not holding myselfTo a Higher Standard of Love. My distractions become my cure Once I see things for how they really are,Like admitting how my distractions Bury me deeper from my … Continue reading Distractions, Distractions
An Ode to Nudity
Why must I wear pants outside my door? Will I ever be able to be comfortable in clothes? When will we stop sexualizing the body so I can get my mail in my panties? One of these days, I say, we will stand up and agree. Hiking is better nakedUnless you see horseflies or wasps. … Continue reading An Ode to Nudity
The Struggles of Empathy
Some days I want to cry for a sadness that is not mine. The feeling is in my chest, and the tears are in my eyes, but they do not flow. It's slightly maddening to have this inability to cry it out. It's like having to sneeze, but the sneeze never comes. It's dissatisfying, frustrating, … Continue reading The Struggles of Empathy
I Miss You
The sound of glass wind chimes and rustling leaves comes back to me as I stare out the window. The memory comes winding through my mind like a reel of film slowly playing. The giggles and laughter, the whooshing of the wind as you carry me up into the sky, the color of your hair … Continue reading I Miss You
Forgotten Poetry
"I no longer wish to love,But to simply be lovedAnd be full of love.Filled,Filled,Filled to the brimWith your beautyYour magnificent rays.I do not wish to loveBut to simply be lovedAnd loved in full.Why does my heart ache this way?After years of toil and turmoilMy soul aches to restAnd yet here I am,Finding myself yearning.Yearning for … Continue reading Forgotten Poetry
It’s Been a While 2
It's been a while since I sat downand allowed myself to think. "Be more than just your meat suit," are the words I clearly speak When I think to myselfof why I've been mindlessly rambling on. "Well.. I'm a Rambling Woman," I think to myself. "And I AM more than just my meat suit. I'm … Continue reading It’s Been a While 2
Discovering What You Love
Never have I ever had such a hard time maintaining a content life. I once was able to work jobs I didn't enjoy without physical side effects. I was able to socialize even when I didn't feel well. I was definitely able to complete household tasks while being stressed to the max. Now? I can't … Continue reading Discovering What You Love
Mothers
Stalking, Creeping, Watching Through the Night. This is what My Mother does to Me. Preying, Hunting, Fixating Her Claws. This is what My Mother does to Me. Finding, Searching, Unyielding to Truth, Destructive, Damning, Harmful to All. This is what My Mother Is. For many years I was afraid To Tell Her the Truth, Too … Continue reading Mothers
Dreams
Transported from one world to the next, my mind melts. They say it's dangerous to dream in color, and in black in white. It's dangerous to read inside your own mind. Well screw it, I say! To hell with it all. If I'm going to dream, I will dream bold. I will dream big, and … Continue reading Dreams
Ramblin' Woooman 