I have always been taken by pretty boxes.Jewelry boxes, music boxes, dress shoeboxes, all strewn around my childhood bedroom. Some travel with me when I move, as if they are valuables.There’s so much potential in my boxes. Anything could be inside. I never open them for fear of finding their insides inferior to their outsides. […]
I have learned that to be still inside, all of my thoughts must unite.We must have a Union of thoughts. The United States of Attention All thoughts are welcome here. Come here, my thoughts. Come one come all into my sphere. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free” Differentiation is
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I am stuck inside a tornadoThoughts are swirling bleeding and clotting into dark feelings and these are cutting off my oxygenI am hopeless, empty. Then, a Word.A new idea, a lyric, a sunset, a certain color blue, a smile, a phone call, a snowflakeI am filled back up again, transported to a garden with a
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If i’m not careful, I split in half. My mind floats away from my body. A ghost and a zombie. The ghost haunts the people I love and the people I hate. It watches their highlight reels and collects resentments. It tries to possess other bodies. The zombie is simpler; it consumes anything within sight.
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I’m sitting on the cold sand, by a small beach house in OctoberThe waves and the rain are pattering, speaking to meMom gets as excited about the ocean as I doI cant tell where the horizon is, the water blends in with the sky The ocean is one thing that fully consumes my mindLeaves no
He sees me from across the bar, he can’t look awayBlond curls falling across his face as he asks me where I’m fromTells me I’m beautiful in words streaming from a freshwater brookOh, the lure of new eyesI have to leave before I’m swept off my feet.I walk into the house, you glance my way
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I am proud to be a member of the Global Sisterhood. To find sisters everywhere I go. To find my heart’s cry in other eyes. My suffering in other bodies. I was in Edinburgh alone for a day. I took a tour of the Edinburgh castle in the morning. There were two other solo women.
Waves of sunlight crash over meI feel held and freeMy cells eat it up as breakfastSprinklers water flowers behind meI catch a drop here and there I realized yesterday that i grade my own testsI realized this morning that my inner storms are my powerRaw unfiltered unhinged world bending powerI am every magical heroine and
My body rejects youLove is a foreign food You give me flowersAnd it blocks me up, I can’t eatButterflies and stomach bugs sitting together inside meThese are new flavorsmy gut bacteria is not equipped for You say you miss me, I’m in your headAnd I’m up all night with the bucketBegging for reliefI don’t know
It’s 8:45 on a Sunday in Lake George. I’m not hungry but if you want breakfast you’re forced to get it between 7 and 9. So I begrudgingly go down to the Lakeview dining room. The lake view does not disappoint. The water is a canvas for the sky and the rich Autumn landscape of
