Posted in Confessions, Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration

Get Out Of Your Head

They say you’re always in your head

Thinking up something
Breaking something apart
They say you’re always in your head
Creating a world of your own
A la la land of sorts
Creating solutions to problems over and over
It becomes a problem
Making you something that is a bit extra
I say you’re extra-ordinary
The creative space that’s filled with something that’s a bit extra
You talk too much
You dream too much
You are a problem
The way you can craft out the ideas that make you curious
Every thought you have you say out loud
You’re annoying
You’re sensitive
They say you’re always in your head
You feel
You know
You see
You examine
You speak
They say it makes you annoying
Get out of your head
It’s nothing
You want something to be more than it is
You want to experience the world that’s in your head
You keep going
Keep talking
Keep trying
They tell you to stop
You’re dragging the issue
You know it’s because of the extra you have in you
Creating solutions to problems over and over
You care too much
You love too much
You’re sorry a lot
You wish you were perfect
It’s because you’re always in your head
You see how invested you get
You want so much more than what is being offered
You want them to share their world with you
And when they don’t, your world gets filled with gaps and spaces
You want something extra because you are extra
It’s because…you’re always in your head
Posted in Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration

The Mental Breakdown

Mental. Break. Down.

Broken.
You are broken.
Not good enough.
Keep to yourself.
Be quiet.
You’re dramatic.
Relax.
It’s not that serious.
Get over it.
Be quiet.
Pain.
Fake.
You are faking.
You have a fake illness.
It’s not that serious.
You are being difficult again.
No one wants to hear you.
You’re talking too much.
Be quiet.
Your fault.
Look what you did.
You’re poor.
Failing.
You’re failing.
Be quiet.
Quiet.
Be quiet.
Quiet.

Silence….

What is it to have a mental breakdown? To feel the gradual overflow and overwhelm. To give in and allow the thoughts to consume all of you. The mental breakdown that takes you with it. That you believe everything it says. To be overruled by sadness and anxiety. To judge yourself so much it becomes who you are. To you it becomes truth. Every problem is your fault, and every mistake yours to make.
The mental breakdown.

Posted in Creative Writing, Declarations, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Mental Health, Potential and Worth, Power, Quotes, Self-Care, Self-Talk, The Mighty

#MightyPoets: I Am and I Am Not

“I am” is the most powerful two words you can utter. The more you declare and affirm who you are, the more you will teach yourself kindness, empathy, love, power, and independence.

As we venture into the realm of declarative “I am” statements, know that we will do so with grace, forgiveness, an open mind, and strength.

We know who we are so, therefore, we know who we are not. We know that we are more and not less. Declare more while disowning the negative counterparts.

You are someone. You are someone with a journey. You are someone with a purpose. You are someone with a mind. You are someone with a voice.

So, tell me who you are.

Read this poem on The Mighty

Posted in Confessions, Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Potential and Worth, Power

You are a Life Worth Living

I’ve been awake at night and asleep during the day.

My eyes dried with the stale realization that I don’t matter.

My voice is low with no echo and no significance. Fingers pointing at me because I’m the dramatic one.

My motivation has wasted from its high expectation.

I fall flat on my face with this realization.

I feel broken, shattering into a million pieces, so I try to grab onto the nearest person to me, but they look at me confused…uncaring…whats wrong with you?

I scream but no sounds comes out. I’m sitting alone. I’m holding my knees to my chest.

Pain.

I feel pain.

Invisible damage.

But then…

I see the sun come up.

And still I can’t see who I’m supposed to become.

My life has no meaning.

I write it down so I can see it…

You are a life worth living.

And again…

You are a life worth living.

And while I wipe the pieces of my broken self and realize it’s just shedding ashes from the volcano that just erupted inside me, I get up.

Maybe, just maybe I will begin to see that my life is necessary.

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I am a Woman

Being a woman doesn’t make her weak or fragile and it doesn’t make her incapable of any task.

Being a woman makes her capable of whatever her body, mind, and soul allows.

Being a woman is strength. Womanhood is a warrior.

Her body is a castle, a temple, and a mansion. It has a strong foundation and can hold a strong firm family, business, or perspective in its walls.

She is also an individual with power racing through her veins.

She is a Woman who can make decisions and hold an intellectual conversation.

She is a Woman whose burdens may appear too heavy but whose shoulders grow stronger with a sound mind and kind heart.

She is a Woman who will keep going even when odds are in every direction.

She is a Woman whos beauty has transformed her into a masterpiece with her efforts alone.

She is a Woman without any validation. She is a Woman without any apologies.

She is a Woman and she will create peace in herself.

She has power to do what she likes when she likes and how she likes.

She does not owe anyone an explanation. Her words are powerful by themselves.

She is a Woman.

I am a Woman.

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Potential and Worth, Power, Quotes

She is Becoming 

She is becoming and no one can stop her progress. She is transforming, becoming something more than she ever imagined. Like the butterfly, she built her cocoon, but before anyone could realize how long shes been away, she broke out, starting from her mind, her old ways shedding like a snake’s scales, away and left like old news. She is becoming. She has made herself into something great. From the scars of her psyche, to the bruises pounding her heart, she made it. Althought she wanted to sit and enjoy the evergreens of complacency, she got up, and there she started her process…of becoming. 

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, My Trending Stories

Crazy

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Sometimes she liked the sound glass made when it hit the ground
There’s something about shattered glass that made her crazy seem less chaotic
Her crazy made darkness into indigo and blood blossom into dripping roses
Her crazy dead in the silence of the morning moisture, laying wide eyes under the red white and orange horizon, flat on her back a new cycle of 24, her crazy
Her crazy stiff like paralysis untouchable, unlike the craziness around her,
unique
numbness
How crazy was she that she dreamt and the ideas in her head jumbled into a mush of oblivion beauty, how the meadows were such a fresh green scent, a bed of flowers rushing out of her veins and out of into the concrete, making cities back into forests
The nature in the natural
Crazy
How she saw death caress the goosebumps of the morning fears but life coming to rescue and recreating, the crazy came again, and lately confusion is normality
The thing about crazy is its many masks of reality, like Plato in the cave, our ignorance so bliss we can cut it with a knife, staring at our own illusions and unable to see
The light
The gray in the black and white
She was crazy
She didn’t believe anymore, the ink in the lies, feeding her the spoon of perceived truth, but was it really truth?
She spat out depression and threw up anxiety because deception caused the stigma that she was crazy
Mental illness was what they said caused her hesitancy because her ignorance before walked her down the aisle of matrimony, but reality divorced her, nothing is definite and she can’t trust
Now she is just crazy
The color in the black and white
The unanswerable questions
The abyss of uncertainty
Sometimes she liked the sound glass made when it hit the ground
There’s something about shattered glass that made her crazy seem less chaotic
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I, the Spectator: Create and Destroy

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I, the spectator

See the world a canvas

An empty canvas

Where we see, we feel in our own perspective

The world is but a perception of the spectator

We create the stories

The stories of the people we encounter

The Landscapes we see

and the moments we capture

I, the spectator rule over anything I place on my empty canvas

The spectator quiet and observing

Creates and Destroys

In our own heads, through our own eyes

We are the creator and  the creation

We speculate and we analyze

We criticize and we televize

Just passing by

We view

We observe

We witness

We look

We recreate everything that is perceived

We are the spectators