I get to choose what to discuss or not discuss. I get to choose what to accept or not accept. I get to choose, period, and that’s that.
There's a duality existing when what we long for finally arrives. In that moment we are tasked with facing it. Now, I am going back inside. I am choosing this journey. While still somewhat tired from writing "Cult Child", I want to keep myself surfing this wave lest it all disappear. As I am writing … Continue reading A Poster Child for Shame
"Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” Danielle LaPorte Many people talk the talk, but do they walk the walk? Many times in my adult life I was a downright hypocrite. I still have my moments, although now, I root myself in awareness of my behaviors so that my … Continue reading How to Know When You Are Truly Outgrowing Your Past
"You're crazy." How often have you heard this phrase thrown around, either flippantly, in jest or to victim blame someone who has overcome or is recovering from abuse? I heard this often as a post-cult teenager and well into my adult years. While I was actually dealing with the behavioral aftermath of being an extremely … Continue reading Born Crazy: A Video Poem
these days attention spans / are so full of lack / there are three seconds / three / yes only three / to get you to find interest in me / as if i could / wrap up a galaxy / in just three seconds / meme / scream / the social machine all these … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
I've been observing him for a while. He's been observing me as well. My first few interactions were kind and somewhat casual. We first began actually conversing privately in July by way of Facebook chat. I had asked him about his family and his life. He was vague. He had a girlfriend, but was polyamorous. … Continue reading The Cult Of Consciousness
Hurt I shut down Inside the silence Write it out Fight it out Empath This solitary epitaph Words come lucid Swept on tides Murky I am smothered By the pain of Sickened souls If I could touch them Make them whole Let them see How they shine So brightly How pure Their lives can be … Continue reading Clowns