I can safely say that while I appreciate many inanimate objects in my home, I don’t generally associate a lot of meaning to them. My lamp is awesome, but it doesn’t exactly speak to me. My dinosaur tooth fossil, on the other hand, does, but that was once a living thing, so I’m not sure that counts. My couch, however, seems to have a very strong voice and it’s played more than a small a part in teaching some large life lessons. I should mention that my couch is already famous.
Imagine me here Wrapped inside the wind behind the wispy clouds Moving petals from the meadows Shaking loose confetti Will you remember the times I came to you When your heart was broken I blew your tears away Caressed your head when it was heavy Made the puddles dance Beneath your absent feet I whispered your name through the trees You must have heard the rustling leaves Joining in your heartache I moved bird feathers They flew against the flock in your direction Chasing aft
I’m made of bones that are green and rotting. I can hear them creek under the pressure of holding up all the guilt at being so sad. When I was a kid I’d spend hours playing pretend. One minute I’d be a pirate battling the Moby Dick that was my washing machine. Another minute and I’d be an adventurer climbing the Mount Everest disguised as my staircase. I doubled as a cowgirl whose horse was a couch cushion and as a rock star whose guitar was a shoebox. Then I’d be a knight fi
Outside I hear the rain, it cries In a room full of grey curled up in a little ball I rock back and forth soothing my aching sorrow Outside the sun shines It rains inside my head Sorrow takes me by the hand and mops my falling tears with soft wispy clouds We travel deep and go past the point of no return Stretched before me lie my fears as far as the eye can see A derelict field clad in black partially obscured by a menacing rising charcoal mist On this day I remain present w
A doctor’s appointment is never fun, especially when you leave with a diagnosis for a condition that causes chronic pain. I, myself, deal with Fibromyalgia and Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) – two conditions that cause me extreme discomfort on a daily basis. I was lucky enough to have a doctor who shared my views on medicine. That is, medicine should be kept to an absolute minimum. I’m not saying don’t take medicine because that’s not going to solve anything. However, for
The toughest journey is the journey we call life. And as travelers, we’re all different. Some of us are curious and excited, others are weary and reluctant. But despite our differences, for each one of us, this is our very first journey. Whatever the end might be, this will be our most epic journey ever - the journey of our life. The most difficult part of this journey is that at every point we must stop and ask for directions to find answers to life’s challenges. And this i
“Am I really
about to begin another life?”
Soul said wearily,
looking to Guide.
“Yes, darling, it is time.”
Guide looked to Soul,
and Soul felt an overwhelming
sense of comfort and wonder
all at the same time.
“But, I’ve just arrived…”
Soul looked to Guide,
then all around at it’s Angels.
Soul’s past pets were all playing
nicely together. When they all
saw Soul again, they smothered
Soul in an enormous amount of love.
Soul smiled at the memory.
When the blackness envelopes you and all you can do is summon the strength just to keep breathing, it's not always going to be like this, things never stay the same. Try to take time to be amongst nature, take a walk breath fresh air you can get through, you can be whole again.
I’m not dancing but pulsing along with the other hundreds of bodies moving just as one, breathing and stretching trying to get as close to the stage as possible each person reaching like a giant’s single arm grasping at the air trying desperately to touch the music that lingers just out of reach; It’s like a two hour long orgasm And I’ve never been this fucked, I want to die at a concert crowd surf my corpse through the hands of hundreds, let them drop my body have it fall to
Author’s Note: I feel it is extremely important for me to give a back story in order for everyone who reads this to fully receive the message I am attempting to convey. It’s lengthy, for one. Secondly, I don’t mean to offend or discredit any religion or way of life. This is only MY story. Now, with that being said…Enjoy. I grew up being spoon fed religion. My mother’s side of the family is full on Jewish. When I was young, my grandma would take my brother and I to Temple, you