She looked at me with insecurity in her eyes, as if pleading for sympathy. I couldn't. Much as I tried to muster up a shred of compassion, she had used up the last ounce left in me. Used it up on some medial triviality that was, if anything, inconsequential to the matter at hand. For … Continue reading Kindness is Not Weakness
My sense of belonging Comes from deep within Buried beneath layers of rock Unearthed, uprooted, but strong I wasn't born this way, it wasn't choice From a young age I had to silence the voices Of deceit, of greed, of exploitative breeds Of those who take from me more than the ink I bleed But … Continue reading Dig Deep
A letter to you, darling, Since your mysterious disappearance, a lot has happened and changed. Not just externally, those are almost expected, but intrinsic transformation beyond even my wildest of imaginations. It has been a year of adventure, of exploration, of growth. A few days ago, these words came to me and many unanswered questions … Continue reading After Your Ego Breaks
When I lack direction They give me religion When I lack discretion They squelch my questions When I challenge regimes They corner me into the mainstream When I seek advice They tell me to sacrifice When I ask for help They tell me to save myself When I offer my assistance They react with resistance … Continue reading I’m Not Lost, Just Displaced
They won't know where you've been Nor where you've going All they know is... Where you are. ~Anon~ Judge all you want What I say or do For you know nothing of what I've gone through Who I've been What I've seen To get to where I am I've done what I can I'm a … Continue reading Reality
(Disclaimer: If this post causes emotional discomfort, please confront your demons by heeding wise advice.) I was spontaneous yesterday. Now, for those of you who know me -- it really does depend which era of me you know, now, doesn't it? Let's try this again. For those of you who have known me in the … Continue reading It’s Good to Be Back
To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have discovered this capacity to be true. You did ask what it was I wanted. I wanted to … Continue reading Memory, or Dream?
"Where are you?" they ask, then don't stop to listen to the response. Well... I am capable of anger. Rage, too, mind you. It is not an anger that reacts to the ordinary, mundane trivialities of social construct, such as religion, race, gender, and class. No, it is a genuine anger, not a projection. It … Continue reading Where Am I Now, They Ask