Transparent Sea, and All Its Colors and Shapes.
On the abysmal screen, where all hues of the visible light spectrum are swallowed, elusive shapes of my precious ones appear.
Browsing Tag:
monster
It’s a Love Story: Singing a Monster Awake.
The monster wakes up to remember: He too is love. Let us sing to you, Eros. Let us sing to you, patriarch, man, woman, human... everyone who forgot.
The Man and the Monster.
My love could never relinquish the monster. Unless the man was ready to permanently remove the beast from himself, I could never have one without the other.
There’s Never an Answer to Why We Poison Our Own People.
There won't be any organic anything for long. Because people like the Donald, our president, gave Dow Chemical the right to poison our crops with nerve gas.
Biofeedback: Flying Through the Storm of Mental Illness.
Then, I discovered my deliverer. He practiced Biofeedback. I’d never heard of it. But, at this point, it was 'Bio' or 'Goodbye Wendy'. Our broken medical system had made everything worse and helped create a budding hypochondriac.
I Recognize My Depression Now.
I can do everything in my power to change who I am and how I handle things. I can put my health and my quest for happiness first. I can slay my monsters day in and day out, fearlessly and with passion. I can create new goals for myself. I can maintain my weight loss and my motivation. I can ...
Warm Milk. {poetry}
This loves makes men of boys and little girls of women
This love is quiet but ever-present
This love is born from vengeance but blooms with sincerity
Healing From The Lie Of Purity.
I rose from the ashes of the underworld where I was banished to. I didn’t belong there, but many young girls lose themselves there, too ashamed to live on and face life. And that is why I speak today: for the families of the ones who didn’t survive, for those who did survive but lost joy in ...
Cutting The Head Off The Mediocre Monster.
Were you caged as I was? Comfortable in the way you were living, and not really hungering for anything new? Were you pulled out of it against your will? Did you rebel? Are you eternally grateful to who- or what- ever showed you a different way of being?
What Princesses Really Want. {poetry}
I do not want smooth marble castles,
I want mortar eaten away by nature.
I want the smell of wet moss and wood rot
To seep into my lover’s lair