A Call to Remember, My Other. {poetry}
Do you remember all those moments you thought you’d found me before? In the twinkle of her eyes, the glimpse of her sunlit smile?
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Lauren Wallett
I Like Taking Walks on the Dark Side.
In a room full of men, I’ll sniff out the one who’s recently been arrested or convicted for human trafficking or locked up in a mental institution. I can tell how bad his childhood was by the way he moves. Sick sense. The unhealthy, unhappy and inappropriate. These boys churn my stomach sick ...
Chill Boys, And Fire Women.
There is nothing aspirationally cool or chill about boys like this -- a better description would be frozen by fear. Perhaps a more honest disclaimer would be "Hey, nice to meet you, I’m a coward. This means that while I’m keen to see what being with you would be like, I’m too afraid to actually ...
Who Are You Trying To Be?
I believe that at our core is Love, but in many people there’s a thickly layered protective encasing made up with fear-based complexities: insecurities, unworthiness, self-judgment, self-loathing even, embarrassment, shame, guilt, horror at shadow self -- many, many unnecessary entrapments that ...
Put The Pen Down: Bad Advice From Good Friends.
While I’m becoming more aware of advice's bitter taste, I still find myself chewing some up -- hoping to glean a nugget of wisdom from well-meaning insights people have about me. I mean, God forbid I became one of those guarded girls with her walls up. I want to be oyster-open, to the world, to ...
13 Signs You’ve Fallen In Love With A Zombie.
I mistook strange as special, odd as unique and unusual as exceptional. There was something not quiet right, that I just couldn’t place, something that was off somehow but it’s so difficult to understand. I sensed the truth, but thought, how could it be? The rot had set in. He was soon to be ...
I Am Not For Sale.
Add water, instant wife won’t work this time. Been there, done that. Money doesn’t create comfort, connection does. Someone else’s financial security is not the stability I want. I stand on my own two feet. I march to my own drumbeat. I want a lover and a friend, not something that’s pretend. ...
The Surface of My Mother, the Shadow of My Father: I Am Digby’s Daughter.
I am not defined by my father’s failings, nor my mother’s feelings about them. I am free to embrace the aspects I choose.
I Deserve It. No, You Don’t.
So when you find yourself quietly pouting to yourself because It’s not fair or This shouldn’t have happened or You deserve something/someone, punch yourself in the face. Okay, don’t do that, but allow the cold light of reality to slap you with the fact that: This is life. This is what you have ...
The Impossibility Of Being — A Call To Creative Action.
As we develop and grow into adults, and become ourselves, we are inducted into the notion that now we must Be someone -- the very person that we are, but not exactly… no, who we should be as ourselves is a man-made construct based on our particular family, culture, society -- often in direct ...