The Pressure To Do What Your Parents Want

(I know some adults and parent are very understanding, or grow as a parent as their children do. I am not necessarily saying parents that act this way are terrible. I know a lot of people are just doing the best they can with what they know and understand.) Everyone has experienced the feelings of…

Judgment Creates Boundaries

I never talked to the “weird kids”.  I always listened to what they had to say though. I was always intrigued. they had so many interests. I’d sit in class bored by my teacher’s monotonous lectures, and would tune into conversation amongst the kids I had viewed as separate from myself. They had so many…

thoughts running through my mind and intertwine and rhyme like poetry. mornings reaching extreme mellowness all the way to bubbling excite, because there is so much uncertainty. who the fuck thought we needed to figure things out and passed this idea on? we are here, right now. why do we fear what will be recognized…

  i wanna be curled up under a blanket of stars with someone who i know doesn’t care about the trivial who doesn’t take life too seriously and can just appreciate the time we have on this beautiful planet to feel free of this body my soul invigorated close to another alike minds restless yet…

have i ever known balance? it seems i am catapulted from two extremes. i can’t even grasp the feelings i once had. no substance compares to the natural high of when you love yourself. the substances only fill the holes of the pieces of you, which you don’t find complete on the days, when looking…

the coziness of your own bedroom still moments lying in fresh linen sheets the soothing scents of lavender and the pages from an old book only subtle noises and piano sounds a headphone in each ear staring at a roughly patterned ceiling studying the lines an empty mind free of noise admiring the colors painted all…

  two left feet, elephant arms swinging, movements way off beat, from the tippity top of tired lungs, tortuously loud singing, unstoppable, music rushing like blood through her veins, messy tendrils of golden hair are probable, naive and displeased with life’s foolish games, she dances, dances to release this pain, spinning around, until reality can…

i don’t know when i will be able to relinquish this idea i thought i had almost defeated this association this insecurity but hunger still feels like pride and fullness always feels like shame   what an erroneous idea that emptiness equals wholeness   thin – g.c.  

There is a tight fist forming in my chest. I wish to retreat to my shell. Curl up and disappear. Thoughts pound their way through my head. I wish to rip them out, but all I can get within my clutch is my hair. Something impermanent that can be shed. I wish memories were the…