Graduating High School Early

My senior year of high school I enrolled myself in all art classes and took one other science class. I had quit the school cheer team, after one year. I never stuck to any clubs. I never did your usual extracurriculars. I didn’t make it a priority to go to every homecoming dance. I wasn’t…

even the slightest gesture that can be mistaken as a sign of disinterest, when you are finally addressing your feelings, sends you off the deep end i throw my rope in, but you tug the wrong way, as you yell, i realize you think you’re me taking me down with you, but we are not…

who is to say what is worth knowing we only ever got anywhere by thinking outside of the box maybe we shouldn’t form our children into squares giving it to them “straight” saying what they need then condemning them for having a learning curve the realization that they were on a steady path no where…

always assume the worst in people, and their worst will come out. something i’ve learned: others can help   – g.c  

my heart dances from the slightest resemblance of passion the smallest acts of kindness and littlest notion of love   i have a new rhythm and i feel invincible   – g.c.  

too often i find myself in places where i am not truly wanted i remain silent heart sinking keeping truth bottled up but space to hide is limited ideas far too wide to keep inside so i seek solitude locking myself away i am ironically free   there was once a time where i did not…

my judgment has shapeshifted into wonder and awe hateful ignorant emotions replaced with love, compassion, and empathy i forgave the scrutinized and the scrutiny once due apologies had been graced judgment vanished   forgiveness gave me peace peace gave me love   forgiveness, a remedy – g.c.

i will not hold onto your love and i will not hold a grudge you hurt me but pain is a great teacher my pain has been a guide to liberation i am free from your love and have found my own free of thirst i swallow the love that is given and ask for…

guilt. it lingers. i forgive myself each time, but i am lying. memories of your irritation, rage, and desolate depression are hazy, but i can reawaken the feeling of fear, as if i am back in that moment, a scared little girl, her artificial attitude her only defense.   a high strung and cynical child….

my mom left for a while. she needed to know who she was. even i was uncertain of who she was. this woman i watched all my life, amazed, she could do no wrong, but as i grew older, i began to see every flaw. still, even those at times, seem to be perfect. i…

Be The Mean Girl

As a little girl, I thought it was important to be the mean girl, that everyone loved yet hated. Do not let anyone fuck with you; have others follow you. The thing is, I was the shy girl and I fell in line with all the other followers. Lucky for me, I befriended the mean…