We Didn’t Define It as Love, We Just Were. {poetry}
You were never my destiny perhaps, but for days I lay with you, and your love made revelations beyond any marriage or long-term commitment.
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White Fairy Tales: When I Lost Abraham Lincoln.
My mother's poison killed too much awareness and shaped me with too much White privilege. But my reckoning with truth is more than theoretical.
Freedom of Choice or Played-Out Fate?
Relying solely on fate and living life as a series of consequences means giving up on the power to manifest and to create the life I want.
The Neon Hermit is Gone.
I hung the neon by mistake under my last faulty assumption: that I should help you find me, and that I should invest in your quest like an angel.
New Moon Total Solar Eclipse: Have Courage, Destiny Is Calling.
If you have been in a place where your needs have not been met, if there hasn't been growth or you have not been appreciated fully, this energy can finally give you the courage to move on once and for all.
I Am a Freight Train on My Destiny’s Track.
You don’t have to scratch very deep to recognize that my greatest strength is also my greatest weakness. Freight trains are not equipped with the mechanisms to slow down or be patient on a dime. You have to throw them in reverse, and it takes miles of track and scorching metal to make that a ...
I Remember Warmth. {poetry}
I don’t really understand poetry, no
Unless there’s entirety, circularity, and illumination
An off beat
Unless I can hear the voice,
Unless there’s some sweetness to which I can attribute a human spirit
Unless there’s cradled attention, consistent and voluntary
unless I can feel the softness
Damn You, Destiny, and Fuck You, Fate.
I mourned for what I thought was our completion of each other. I mourned for our moral poverty and our perversion. I lamented our symbiotic synchronicity and our delicious heartburn disguised as desire. A little piece of my heart and soul left me that day, like a little piece of stiletto heel ...
When Did We Lose Our Dreams?
You are always ready to dig deeper, to do that art project, to quit your job and go hiking for six months, to move across the country, to apologize to your beau, to call your estranged parent, to kiss your crush, to dance in public, to read your poems, to start that habit, to ask that person to ...
Healing Interrupted: When Destiny Intervenes.
Our paths crossed this morning, destiny once again stirring the pot. No sooner do my eyes adjust from the bright snowy glare to the dim, mood-lit cafe, laptops and lattes everywhere, the din of the espresso machine humming steadily in the background, that I see your face. Your beautiful face. I ...