Home of a Heart

I organize unorganized messes in the bottom of my brain.
Where parades of memory drummers
march around in circles
waiting for me to fall.

And sometimes I do
because I let myself.
Falling is sometimes the only way to feel
that something is right in life
that life is not just in the living room of my heart
but that it is the heart
and that I am here
because of it. 

 

 

 

Spin me Home

Stealthy mobility drips down my forearms and onto the tulips I planted two months ago.
Haze catches in my throat and blurs my vision
I am blue, I am orange, I am every colour you thought I wasn’t six months ago.

I bloomed a sense of indecency and wrote a pile of suns to play with and you watched me dig the hole of nusiance
and I did and put in my garden gloves and hat you always loved for me to wear.

I am a trusted spoke of a wheel of one hundred
and I hope for you to spin us all the way reverse;
back the way we came so that we can trample all the ugly and make new
our beauty.
Make us dizzy in love.

Motivational Mistakes

Making mistakes sucks. No one wants to get better at that.
It’s a consistent occurrence in our lives,it just doesn’t have to be a regular one.

It feels like starting all over again.
Another push from the ground. And I think that’s what life kind of is. Constantly doing that. To push push push. Keep on going even though you fail at some things.
Even though you make poor decisions and disappoint. Even though your feelings tell you you’re sad or angry.

You push past your past and make that a way of life.
Living and holding onto choices that were already made, whether made recently or long ago is a bad decision in itself.
Push past the bad that already happened, and make something good.

 
You are more than capable.

 

 

um i sat on satrdaay night

oooooooooooooooooooh geeze

im actually drunk to write this

i tried reading posts but tht didn’t work

the keys are super hard to press and i know i should beporbably snoozing the night away but i just want someone to lay next to me so taht i can wrap my arms around

im a super hugger

touch

i am

wanting

you.

 

We are All Stories

I have a blank head at the moment.
But anytime I’ve been away from the computer the past two days, I have a consistent thought.
‘Post Something.’

I’m going to let force myself to slip into a careless, functioning part of stillness and float.

 

 

It’s all stories.

Everyone is one. Everything we say and do, is at least a part of one. That One is Yours.

Then we have the impacts. We’re all characters with roles we don’t even know we’re playing.
The amount we relay and to whom is a part of our character. People percieve it at all different levels, but the fact that we’re now apart of not just our one story, but theirs too,  is kind of cool. Right?

You fill up your vehicle at a gas station that has really great fuel prices. Your aunt tells her friend that, and her friends son goes to that exact gas station and sees a friend that invites him out to a baseball dance party game slash whatever sounds awesome right here and he has such a great time and meets his future wife.

We are all connected.

 

 

 

 

And hey,
I guess a blank mind is never actuallly blank.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What if we Could…

We all want to be ourselves. And that’s what we are best at.
Why spend our one life unhappy being someone else when being ourselves is part of our purpose. We are going to get the most out of this entire experience by learning to give our individuality something.
A chance to be what it is.

Just try it.

There are billions out there. Look at all of us online here. All the relations and understandings and recognition. If we can find it online, certainly we can find it out in the world. Because guess what, the internet is what’s out in the world,-heck it’s even in airplanes now- which means those people are too.

You’ve got nothing to lose by speaking your thoughts. Let the bold you stand through. You’ll create stronger and the most closest relationships you’ve ever had because they are loving YOU and you’ll know it because that’s the only person you’re giving them.

A Gift And You

I haven’t posted in this catagory in a long time because I have been afraid.
If I wrote something about you, it would alter the good track it has been on.
I think I was doing well to have you in a peaceful part of my mind, a stability that was working.
It still is.

I handed you over a thousand words of mine that I have written over the past four months.
Last night when I saw you, I had confidence brimming my heart and I knew I was doing the right thing.

I am very vulnerable with all these words you have in your hand, but it will make the second part of my gift, make sense.

And I have to give you the second part of this gift.

Because it is all I have to give to you.

Get It Together

You can’t give the truth to someone who is stuck in a past of your lies.
You can’t give truth to someone that won’t accept it.
If you’re asking for the persons honesty just to plow it over with distrust,disfunction and emotional abuse,

don’t ask.
The cycle won’t end.

Before you stand on all your baggage to leap off and attack the one YOU asked the truth from, get your shite together.

 

You’ll find the truth you need in THAT.

 

 

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