Some days I am so much more than a body,
And some days that's it, that's all.
Some days I cry while standing in front of the closet.
Some days I never look in the mirror.
Some days I do everything I can to be unseen.
But not everyday. But not today.
And I'll take that victory.
Desireè Dallagiacomo
Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.
Sara Teasdale
“Love made me feel
like I knew the answer,
but when I raised my hand,
I was the only one in the room.”
- Sabrina Benaim
You're so hard on yourself.
Take a moment.
Sit back.
Marvel at your life:
At the grief that softened you
At the heartache that wisened you
At the suffering that strengthened you
Despite everything,
You still grow
Be proud of this.
Sometimes you just have to realize everything you go through are life lessons and make you the person you are meant to be. Live it, try to love it, and trust the journey, as hard as that may be🖤🖤
Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it's in the right way,
Make sure you love your body,
Not too much or we'll tear you down,
We'll bully you for smiling,
And then wonder why you frown,
We'll tell you that your worthless,
That you shouldn't make a sound,
And then cry with all the others
As your buried in the ground,
You can fall in love with anyone,
As long as it's who we choose,
And we'll let you have your opinions,
But please shape them to our views,
Welcome to society,
We promise that we won't deceive,
And one more rule now that you're here,
There's no way you can leave.
-e.h.
Just when you think you have forgotten me,
I'll split the foundation of your oak tree,
Vivid lightning and loud cracks of thunder.
You will never drive me over or under,
I am every shade and degree of fierce,
Your secret compartments I will pierce.
MLG
I'm not always good with words and I try not to bore people with the endless thoughts that go on in my brain but I need to vent just for a moment. As most know, I am not out here seeking any form of a relationship aside from friendship but recently I started chatting with someone in my area that is apart of this world. I was like, finally someone close to me that is not vanilla or a straight up ignorant person that I can have coffee(well tea) with and see what happens. Or so I thought.....
It was all going well, he seemed kind and interested in actually getting to know me. Was planning on meeting up next weekend for coffee but of course, it went completely south and pretty quick.
I refused to send him naked pictures of myself and then called him out on it. I told him, you don't even know me or I you. I can't stand people like that. Apparently, I touched a nerve because it turned into I'm boring him and I'm obviously not a good submissive then threw out some choice words....
Okay, asshat. Lets just lash out and throw a tantrum because you are a wanna be dom and didn't get your way.
This is one reason amongst the many reasons why I am not seeking to date anyone or find a dominant right now. The dating pool in your 30s and up is a shit show. The good ones are rare.
Thank you for tuning in. . . .rant over.
Beneath the clouds of a half crest moon,
A deep gaze penetrates the night,
Where forest creatures flee and make room,
Within my grasp the power of fire and light.
The stars engage and come little closer,
The crickets strings a quickening pace,
The witness on insects blinking lantern,
Floating lightly in deep space.
Invisible wings make it fly,
Expressing nocturnal's lullaby,
The switch of nature in its time,
Then flash, we see the spark of a firefly.
George Green
She grew up in every wrong place
She's dirty, her makeup is not grace
She's a switchblade, knife razor sharp
Not gentle strings, no strumming harp
Her wit and sarcasm, it all drips
Hers are not pink and pouty lips
She's no flower or demure petal
But rather made of steel and metal
No sugar coat, just straight bottom line
She has surpassed life number nine
Heavy penetrating, sometimes reflective
Intricate, profound, complex, so effective
There is no bottom to her stone well
She's a free fall, straight down to hell
MLG
She takes the devil and his sinister ways and puts them to sleep with her grace.
He walks hard, but she walks heavy taking his chaos and making it steady
Matthew J. Cooper