|Embrace the glorious mess that you are. ~ Elizabeth Gilbert|
Soooo, I lost access to this account a long time ago. Thank you Lettrs Support, for helping me get back into my account! I thought I'd lost all my poetry! Now, time to write some new stuff!
What are these SocialStamps and why can't I view them? It's just a grey symbol...
I fear an update if that's the resolution, because last time I updated, I got locked out of this account and almost wasn't able to access it anymore. I need this space and my memories!
Everything has gone to shit again. I'm so lost and confused. I have faith that things will work themselves out and I'll experience the good in life again. I have no doubt about that. Such is life, the ups and downs. This place of darkness is a road traveled often, the path worn by my feet over and over. Returning here feels like home. My sad, lonely, guilty home that greets me with open arms only to strangle me with twisted tree branches, until I am so tangled that ever seeing the sun again seems impossible. Why must the day be so short and the night be so long?
These are our Demons.
Let them dance
Circles around the fire,
Before they jump
Inside the blaze and
Let them be not Regrets,
You get more bees with honey than vinegar, but bees have stingers, so who wants them anyway?
I started getting notifications today, out of the blue. It's been a while since I've posted anything and when I opened up the notifications, I realized my post from a year ago was showing up in feeds. It reminded me why I joined this community in the first place and how much joy I get out of sharing my words and reading others. This place is magical, if you let it be. Thank you for the reminder that, here, I can love and be loved, respect and be respected and we can all share the words of our hearts.
There is trouble in this world
In many a place,
So many constructs and
Judgments to face.
How the caged birds sing,
Enjoying this life,
Never realizing they are being
Controlled by created strife.
What happened to REAL freedom?
It never truly existed.
With so many constructs
Meant to lessen the friction.
But friction it creates
When you divide to conquer.
Intentions become jaded
With the highest power.
Someone decided long ago
People can't be free.
We must be controlled.
We all just don't see.
Freedom now is a flag flying high With boundries, divided nations and races.
Money, government, and religion Further separate and keep us at paces.
There's always been war
Time, hate, gr...
I just moved into a big, beautiful house. My mom came into town and I gave her the "grand tour" of the house. When we finished and came down the main staircase, she missed a step and fell. After an urgent care and ER visit, 3 xray later, we find out it's broken...very badly...in 2 places.
I feel horrible!
I swear it will get easier.
Remember that with every piece of you.
It's been a while since I've written...life happened, I guess.
I used to live in a world of darkness. Depression and anxiety gripped tightly at my hands. When I attempted to let go, they'd reach back out for me, grabbing anything they could to bring me back down.
Then, I realized, I enabled them both; they could find no purchase if I didn't allow them to. I gave them the very power they held over me.
So, I took it away.
Negativity became positivity. Darkness became light. Pain became happiness.
It is not easy, but it is a choice, to say no, I will not lay in bed sad today. No, I will not cancel plans, because my hands are sweaty and heart is beating out of my chest. No, I will not live...
Oh Cherry Coke, how I have loved thee!
You were all I drank for the longest time, but alas, you were bad for me.
It broke my heart to break up with you and begin a new infatuation with Water, but I am healthier and happier now. I've dropped over 50 pounds since I left you and even though I spent a ridiculous fortune on a new wardrobe, I know in my heart it was the right decision to part ways.
I still love you and, yes, we still have the occasional affair, but I can't go back to what we once were. I just can't. ..
I hope someday you can understand and even forgive me for leaving you.
I love you Cherry Coke...but sometimes, love isn't enough.
People will rarely change, even when they should. There's too many ways to justify yourself inside your mind.
Some people will never believe that the sky is blue if they've been taught before that the sky is purple. No amount of proof will change their perception.
The things that we're taught become intertwined with how we self identify. We all search for where we fit in, where we belong, and once we find that, we hold steady to it.
Even when we shouldn't.
If you had to choose, would you rather lose your sight or your hearing?
To never look into your lover's eyes or to never hear your lover say 'I love you'?
To never see your child's face or never hear their first word?
To never view your favorite painting again or to never hear your favorite song again?
Which would you choose?
I fell in love with my best friend. He is not perfect, but I love his flaws the same way I love his strengths. Maybe more so.
He held me close and whispered that I am his soul mate and I fell in love all over again.
I wish I could still see this world the way I did as a child.
There was always something exciting waiting around every corner. There was always hope for tomorrow. There was always delight in the mundane.
Innocence is blinding.
I wish I could unsee things I have seen. Unfeel thing I have felt. Unlearn things I have learned.
But my eyes are open to the ugly bitterness of the world.
It is a challenge to see the beauty in this world.
I still haven't figured out what the private tab is for...anyone know what it is and how to use it?
I wonder how different my life would be if I had chosen the other fork in the road. There have been so many decisions in my life to lead me exactly where I am now.
Who would I be today if I had chosen differently just once? Twice? Every time?
I'm not proud of some of the choices I've made, but they have lead me here and are a part of who I am.
Living with no regrets; just curiosity.
I am an uncontrollable storm; watch me erupt in a frenzy of destruction.
Writer's block is the worst! I had it for about 15 years; so long that I thought I'd never find my voice again. Part of the reason I love this app is that it has become my muse. I've found my voice again and even if no one appreciates my words, I do, and in my world, that's all that matters.