I've been feeling unsettled for the past week or so, and instead of dwelling on the feeling, I've been observing it with curiosity. It all started with me trying a meditation style that was suggested to me, which made me uncomfortable. Despite the discomfort, I practiced it about five times before something exciting happened. My … Continue reading “Fuck that Meditation”
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Soul Retrieval
Contemptuously conditioned to stuff extremely complicated subjects into tiny boxes.Hoarding what’s ours and hissing at anyone who questions,No, threatens!I don’t believe that some are tougher than others.Sensitivity is the nature of our species,Some of us are just better liars,Cloaking ourselves in more acceptable emotions like indifference, anger, annoyance.Because most of us have souls that fled … Continue reading Soul Retrieval
Classy Woman
She likes the view from on top.Classy woman.Exhausted from pretending, she strips all that is moral as the front door closes.And while night grows longer she scowls towards the bottom of the hill.Babbling to no one while smearing her red lipstick all over her wine glass.She doesn’t notice and wouldn’t care if she did,This is … Continue reading Classy Woman
To the Hills
I ran to the hills to catch a breath, a few breaths, some new fucking lungs.I needed time,Everyone needs time sometimes, Despite what we’re raised to believe. I needed my memory and in these hillsthe last they were seen.The smell alone was enough, The cedar, the soil.And just as I suspected, they arrived. Many say you can’t live … Continue reading To the Hills
Anonymous
A perfect day,Almost. Perfect for me,When I’m reminded perfection is false, I’m reminded that I have feeling,that stretches further than myself. And just as my day marked a new beginning, I saw an unapologetic period stamped on yours. Because nothing feels as real as seeing your strange, lifeless body covered by a sheet,And nothing feels … Continue reading Anonymous
Table for One
When the lights dim and the noise fades,And your juggling that fine line of loving yourself and thinking you’re better than others. When all the other soldiers have gone home, And your about to pour that drink, turn on that show, take that hit, Remember,Sometimes the only person left to battle is yourself.
Whimsy
What a beautiful line you balance.Taking in the world with grace,Gaining so much wisdom from being quiet, observant, stoic,Only to turn around and flip all that is stiff and serious, a jungle gym for your pleasure.Living between both worlds,Never hardening, only receiving.Softening at the perfect moments and finding room in the heaviest. Art by Teresa Moralez
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 