To be trustworthy
Means choosing intimacy.
And winning my heart.
Dumpster diving for dreams!
30 Jul 2019 Leave a comment
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To be trustworthy
Means choosing intimacy.
And winning my heart.
12 May 2019 Leave a comment
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Your need for power
Trumps the vows you spoke to me.
I stand defeated.
07 May 2019 2 Comments
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I’d rather be wrong
And have you say I’m nothing.
You ARE lovable.
23 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
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Just like Pandora,
Opening my box won’t kill you.
Years should’ve proved that.
05 Sep 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: blood, codependency, expectations, family, learning, life, love, self, self worth
26 May 2015 Leave a comment
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07 Sep 2013 Leave a comment
The trumpets called,
But Jericho’s walls never did fall.
Those were just soothing fables told to create instant gratification,
In a world born of chaotic wandering.
But these false tales of triumph were not lies built on malice and trickery,
Rather a way for us to fool ourselves that we had done all our work,
So we might appear in the norm.
So we might walk alongside the masses and be as one of the tribe.
Although, Fortress walls take years to build
And even longer to destroy,
Brick by brick they can be brought to rubble.
Till the day we reach our inner most treasure
And the trumpets can call at the fall of Jericho’s walls.
20 Feb 2013 Leave a comment
I have known true love.
Love unconditional
Love without boundary
Love without expectation
And be it near or be it far
Be it felt by touch or felt by heart
It resides in me for life.
No person can deny me this love
And that love covers and protects its token of affection
Till the end of our days.
What comfort in that, I have taken:
I have known true love!
27 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
Quote of the week: “As a doctor he is not required to have a finished outlook on life, and his professional conscience does not demand it of him. But what will he do when he sees only too clearly why his patient is ill; when he sees that he has no love, but only sexuality; no faith, because he is afraid to grope in the dark; no hope, because he is disillusioned by the world and by life; and no understanding, because he has failed to read the meaning of his own existence?”
Question of the week: “They” say when seeking validation, one must fill the void in the pit of your stomach with validation from “oneself.” But what if it is not a hole or a pit, at all, but more like a weed that has planted itself there and thrives on unhealthy validation? What if, what is necessary is to pluck this poisonous weed, in order to make room to plant the seeds of self-validation in it’s place?
How do we weed our weeds?