Posts Tagged: change

Dissatisfied?

Your longing cannot be satisfied by a certain acceptance, it cannot be extinguished by a set of belongings, a state of security, or a romanticized relationship In your most perfect day, your best travels, your most loving moment of intimacy,

Dissatisfied?

Your longing cannot be satisfied by a certain acceptance, it cannot be extinguished by a set of belongings, a state of security, or a romanticized relationship In your most perfect day, your best travels, your most loving moment of intimacy,

To Be Yours

It’s a desire to be in more than one place at a time not a fear of missing out, but a fear of time The quickness of it, and the thought of am I doing enough? being enough, loving well

To Be Yours

It’s a desire to be in more than one place at a time not a fear of missing out, but a fear of time The quickness of it, and the thought of am I doing enough? being enough, loving well

Another need for freedom

Let my thoughts not be declared by what my eyes see, A thousand images on a scrolling screen Let my insecurities not be birthed from comparison, Like a toxic breath shaking the foundation of my cells I want to think

Another need for freedom

Let my thoughts not be declared by what my eyes see, A thousand images on a scrolling screen Let my insecurities not be birthed from comparison, Like a toxic breath shaking the foundation of my cells I want to think

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

how long will it take

Oh, how quickly we whine at the faintest resemblance of discomfort when we are inconvenienced or set back How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow when we are told we cannot have What we believe should be ours And how

how long will it take

Oh, how quickly we whine at the faintest resemblance of discomfort when we are inconvenienced or set back How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow when we are told we cannot have What we believe should be ours And how

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

an excavation in three parts

1. I’ve got a hot glue gun on, and melting as we speak let’s make it brief The excavation of habit is like ridding myself of comfort I am consistently made to feel incomplete and lacking I am tempted to

an excavation in three parts

1. I’ve got a hot glue gun on, and melting as we speak let’s make it brief The excavation of habit is like ridding myself of comfort I am consistently made to feel incomplete and lacking I am tempted to

the old things

I still find myself going over the old things, in the midst of the new and the change consistently checking my past for any lost clues, any answers or defense. I spend my days trying not to become bitter I

the old things

I still find myself going over the old things, in the midst of the new and the change consistently checking my past for any lost clues, any answers or defense. I spend my days trying not to become bitter I

more and more and more

I knew the days would become long, when I desired them to be short and the nights would become a canvas for anxieties and to-do lists I knew the time would run too quickly, even when i begged, “slow down,

more and more and more

I knew the days would become long, when I desired them to be short and the nights would become a canvas for anxieties and to-do lists I knew the time would run too quickly, even when i begged, “slow down,