Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #175
innocent outlooks
sepia-colored lives can change
possibilities
Tag: living
Truth
Redux
It’s the place underneath the obvious.
I wanna go deep.
Time to overcome this unease.
I wanna be still.
To excise the superficial, project the truth.
I wanna be real.
To let the music carry me on its wings.
I wanna feel free.
Reveal the tenderness and compassion buried in my pain.
I wanna be me…
I wanna be happy.
Originally published 8/23/2018 on I Write Her.
Daily Fill
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #174
every day the same
our news is always tragic
the world seems on fire
Lessons
Redux
Life doing its unintentional thing can hurt.
I weep, pull myself up and move on.
People’s forced recklessness do harm.
I weep inconsolably,
going deeper into my shell.
Feelings amplified in this echo chamber.
Can’t hear the external anymore.
I hide for a while,
working everything out inside.
And I emerge.
Lessons
I’ve had more than a few.
Originally posted 2/22/2018 on I Write Her.
Spewed
a rage controlled
held in check
eventually purges
streams of hot debris
all in the name of destruction
aimed in every direction
once the ugly ejaculate is released
the violent discharge then slows
and eventually stops
the previous agitation calms
and the cooling off has begun
the nature of the beast retreats again
Hidden Pain
I’d like to thank Joseph Pinto for the inspiration for this piece.
If you’d like, take a moment to read his post Whelve.
invisible drama
not acknowledged
outsiders only see camouflage
but the damage
dispensed from previous generations
lingers deep
self-preservation from the ugliness
slows the hurt
but offers no resolution
only a temporary roadblock
to the pain buried inside
which will surface
eventually…
Unexpected Passage
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #129 – Lovingly & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #267 – in that one moment
in that one moment
adoring me lovingly
didn’t know it would end
We were good, we were gold
Kinda dream that can’t be sold
We were right ’til we weren’t
Built a home and watched it burn
Mm, I didn’t wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna lie
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Paint my nails, cherry red
Match the roses that you left
No remorse, no regret
I forgive every word you said
Ooh, I did not wanna leave you, baby
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours, yeah
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing, yeah
I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
Oh, I
I did not wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers (oh)
Write my name in the sand (mmh)
Talk to myself for hours (yeah)
Say things you don’t understand (never will)
I can take myself dancing, yeah
I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than
Yeah, I can love me better than you can
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby (oh)
Can love me better
I can love me better (than you can), baby
Can love me better
I can love me better, baby
Can love me better
Reblogs – The Twisting Tail & River Dixon
With or without a disability, life demands we engage, either with the help of others or muster the energy ourselves. In other words, find the strength to carry on, to not fold under the force of circumstances or others.
Touching Words by The Twisting Tail
If we fail to see
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We are blind
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By ignorance
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If we pretend not to see
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We are blind
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By choice
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We need more
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Than touching words
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For those who have no choice
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if on your knees
you find yourself
bowing head, hands behind
your back, begging mercy
from the boots that march
trampling those left standing
who dare to not crumble
under the illusion of
their authority, remember
it is your obedience
that gives them the key
to the ivory tower
your bloody knees mean
nothing to them, it is
never enough, submission
breeds only the need
for more compliance
and you will live out
the rest of your days
groveling in the rubble
until they decide it’s
time to bury you
along with the rest
Reblogs – Tina Stewart Brakebill & Pat
Humans transition from good to bad and vice-versa and like in nature, darkness will lead to light then return to darkness.
After the Storm by Tina Stewart Brakebill
falling from grace, shame
left cold in the dirt, crying
rising, triumphant
Sickle moon slides down the sky
as dawn seamlessly emerges
dominions thin
worlds blend and blur
life simplifies
pace slows
peace begins the day
Protection
steady yourself now
self-respect and compassion
both so important
finding the perfect balance
it is not an easy task
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