the alarm sounds, the day begins. the sun appears through the curtain, pink and purple and orange, the sky blazing with the colors of the day. so much promise ahead, possibilities are endless, no one yet set in their concrete ways. the light ...―
I want to believe. I think I belong, I’m not really sure, I’m scared of the words I put on this page, fearful of the direction my thoughts will go, unsure of the meaning, avoiding the necessary pattern, constantly questioning my...―
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re perfectly free. ~~ Rumi I break open and scatter on the floor the spatterings of ...―
I watch you, staring so intently at the collection of toys you sculpted out of clay. each one had your full attention, each one felt the love of all your heart, each one created by the bliss that lies in your mind. I hope you have that forever. I...―
So this is what it’s like. The dark so thick no glimmer of light can get in. The air so stale my lungs lurch to escape the fumes. The sign reads, “no train horn”. My head hurts. My eyes are blurry. My heart sings with the ...―
I don’t want to write any words …when I’m on the downward side of this spiral, when I’m looking through a window that’s fogged over as if a cloud dropped and settled right there, right in my line of vision. I squint ...―
… I’m not asking you to move on or forget it, but these are better days … to be loved like a song you remember even when you’ve changed. ~~ Brandi Carlile When I answered the phone that morning, I already knew she was dead....―
I’m not a writer, nor a poet, nor a painter. I’m not a lost soul, nor a student, nor a teacher. I’m not a follower, nor a leader, nor a stand-in-liner. I’m not searching for myself, nor finding something else, nor longing ...―
dear _____, stay. stay. … and stand fearlessly in the midst of it all. there will be times that running away… far far away, will seem like the smartest thing to do. but know this, it’s not. running only puts the problem farther ...―
So, I have to ask, “what’s so wrong with a puffy face?” If you haven’t had a chance to read the article by Ashley Judd, go ahead and read it now… I’ll wait. I realize that the nature of the article that Ashley ...―
something made you cry and you screamed so loud, when your tears streamed down and you fell on your knees, when those last few words came hurling out, when I stood my ground instead of turning to leave, … that wasn’t me. if you see...―
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