I’m Not Lost, Just Displaced

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

Advice to My Younger Self

Dear younger self, I am going to write this from the perspective of an older self that you have only recently come to understand. There was a time you thought you knew it all, m'dear, you thought you had it all figured out. Much of it owed to what those around you allowed you to … Continue reading Advice to My Younger Self

Life — A Stage

There's always that stage in life when and where life, itself, is a stage. Darling, do we live life on a stage? Do we parade around the masquerades? Do we perform as if we are there to show The world of us, our "selves", and all that we know? Or do we live as if … Continue reading Life — A Stage

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Self-hate looks a lot like self-love. And the only one who truly knows the difference...is... (Scratch that) The only ones who truly know the difference...are...all the ones around you who can feel what you feel. MG

It’s Good to Be Back

(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

Space

You're in pain. Not because I changed Not because I walked away but because you had to face the demons crawling out of your grave Incepting their way into your unrefined space of a place. ~M.G.~

Where Am I Now, They Ask

"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