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Doubts and Sadness Walk Into a Bar
And by the time doubts and sadness came back out, you had your groove back. It’s all about the spirits you pour in it. Here’s the thing, I’m an emotional star. My light is bright and bright it shines, even when enfolded in doubts. It’s a contradiction how I find solace in solitude. Or so I swear by. Nobody but myself can put me together. Drop me in the desert and I’ll survive. Though some days I’ll cry out for company, I know I’ll survive. Sometimes I’m just mad that everything stays but nothing lasts. Or is it sad that I am? Mad and sad; sad and mad. Don’t try…
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Ugly Cry and Other Emotions
Let me just start by saying that everybody is a little ugly when they cry, in case that’s stopping you from letting go. And the reason I say this is because I’m bringing up crying — like most of my heavily emotional blog posts and poems. It’s fair to say that I know exactly what it’s like to juggle multiple tasks at once; multiple gigs, projects, multiple bill due dates, friends with multiple faces…you name it. But it never occurred to me — a woman who goes to war with her different moods every month — that juggling different (simply human) emotions at once could ever be harder than PMS.…
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Toxic Positivity: Let’s Face It
I’m so happy to see how many platforms are finally talking about toxic positivity. I’ve been saying it for years — that it’s okay to be a realist, it’s okay not to be okay, it’s okay to allow oneself to experience all the emotions that everyday life and certain situations trigger in your mind and body. Something I read recently said: Charles Darwin once declared emotional tears ‘purposeless,’ and nearly 150 years later, emotional crying remains one of the human body’s more confounding mysteries… Humans are the only creatures whose tears can be triggered by their feelings. Come on, Darwin, I think it’s self explanatory! (Had to be a man……
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Life at Midnight
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice over a scary story at bedtime; midnight Through white curtains peek a speck of light, may be from a star, may be the tired street lamps; midnight A kiss feels softer against your skin and their touch, gentler on your thigh; midnight When thoughts are emotional and loud, begging to be unbound; midnight And the muse comes over and stays a while in spite of your heavy eyes; midnight Your silence, your joys, your sorrows, your moans; can all become homeless or find a home…
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The Feeling You Just Keep Feeding
What if I put it in colors, I said, staring at the hundreds of unused color pencils resting on my table. Actually, what if I put it in writing? But how can I put it; there’s no way to put it. I can’t make sense of, you know, that feeling that you just keep feeding, and which proper diet you can’t quite figure out. Some emotions are hard to express when you don’t even know what they mean. I wish everything was as easy as happiness and anger, which we can identify right away, apply logic and manage accordingly. But, oh no. Life is more complex than that, and that…
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Rain, Rain, Don’t Go Away
We don’t have to wish it away for it often brings renewed thoughts and stems. Sure it’s already autumn and you’d rather see the leaves fall than rain drops cause frizz and chaos. The streets filled with fast-moving folks looking for shelter for their unadventurous souls. Fire can burn, but rain; rain is my friend. There’s no more comforting, inspiring sound or view to me than the rain on my window pane. It can be overwhelming — with homesickness, reminiscence, warmth, motivation, happiness and nostalgia all hitting at once. But, it is the best mood setter. (Just don’t ask me to drive places.) Remix it with the sound of an…
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Pull Yourself Together
All disassembled and a mess. Sometimes that’s what you get, from life, from stress about nothingness. I don’t have it all together, I must confess. So excuse me while I go put the pieces back in place.
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Warm Stream
It comes at night and its warmth burns my eyes as it falls it leaves a mark when I no longer hear yours but my own breath. Deep inside no one knows what I’m feeling, this feeling what I’m wishing, this wish, if only it were a dream wake up to new eyes. At night when all is dark, I open my eyes to nothing but a feeling, the feel of a warm stream coming down my eyes.
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Today I Want to Cry
Today I feel like crying because life doesn’t get me because I don’t get life because my emotions are eating me alive. Today I want to cry because I don’t know when to go, I don’t know when to stop. And there’s no clear direction, no clear path. Tell me a story, a happy one tell it as you play the Spanish guitar. Take me back to better times, when it all seemed normal and calm. Make me forget why I wanted to cry.
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Fallen
I hate this feeling I know what it means. It’s haunted me times before, It overpowers me. It’s bittersweet It’s everything but what it needs to be. The end is near, I feel it I’m so bad at this.
