How do I give you all of me, when ive yet to even meet all of me? My biggest fantasy at the moment is a reality in which no one has any expectations of me. Back to a rock, or a tree... just to be. Though

Woke up feeling like a big white pimple ready to pop. I know, thats a disgusting visual. Imagine feeling like one. Pressure from oneside, the other, and the natural pressure from below, the healing process

Settling down The weight of me A heaviness to rest Sinking down into this old chair Takes the pressure off my chest A stillness surrounds me Lifting me up Into the space between here and there In the silence

There are people, plants, animals, all moving forward into 5th dimensional Earth now. Maybe you are too. Some of us are jumping in and out, some of us have chosen to be a bridge with one foot in each world.

You didn't come here to battle, or save the world, or even to convince other people to see your view. You came here to experience the duality of this world, so that you could see for yourself the need

In the stillness of my mind my soul reclines. Relaxing my brow, everything falls away for the now. I feel the security of my own divinity. My tin heart sings sending love vibrations through all your strings.

I've been silenced. I've been silent. I've been censored, and deemed off putting. Taught by my mother, to stand up for what I believe in and have a voice... only to be shown by my stepfather (damn if we

I'm naked. Standing here. Bared to you. Vulnerable and shaking I stand, the softest part of me exposed. And I spill out at your feet. My skin draws up from the cold, protecting raw nerves. And while I

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So, I saw this video the other day.. And this guy was talking about giving his friend shit about wanting to get a sex doll, and he goes on to say after he saw the doll... he changed his mind, and thought

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Rainy day dreams of you Clouds blocking the pull of the sun As the water falling from the sky Encourages my roots to dive deep From behind my window Pains Droplets cascade Rivers of thoughts Pooling Into

Do you know yourself? The view from in here you wouldn't believe If the eyes are windows to the soul Mine are mirrored glass With one look I'll show you exactly who you are While failing to see it myself

I have lived most of my life so far resentful of this lifetime. Don't confuse this with being suicidal. I have never wanted, or thought it would make anything easier for me, to die of this world. I HAVE

Tears pour from my pen And I scratch them out I'm tossing about on the Sea Once more Or not As I release my anchor and Let the storm carry me Away Alone Awake My ship My body My vessel Tossing about Holds

In the center Of a field of dead weeds Sits an old stump One foot of rings Circle After circle She sings Of all that she sees Up from that stump Though unseen Stands a mighty trunk Arms waving Embracing

I stand barefoot in the forest, listening for her voice again, to guide me in the right direction. Breathing slowed, I can feel the steady rythmic beating of my heart as time stands still in the waiting.