Earth Moving

An event that shakes the ground we walk on
The needle jumps the groove

Being the Change

The importance of what I believe in has been strongly reaffirmed in recent days.  No one should have to go through that type of suffering.  No one should have to go through that kind of scare.

I'm thankful everything turned out okay.  I only wish I had power in preventing what happened.

I need to continue to make an effort to go deeper, and to be a better example of the change I wish to be.

The idealist in me needs the satisfaction of trying to become a more idealized self.

When Your Mouth Starts Spewing Poop...

It may be time for Excre-Mints!!!

The Challenge of The Heart

To remain open in rawness, I know this is the direction I must head...  But it's so ridiculously scary at times...  Emotional weightlifting to strengthen the heart...

On the Surface

I'm like the Earth's crust.  On rare occasions I show signs of volcanic activity.  Sometimes seismic shifts can be felt.  But underneath and always stirring, a warm and sometimes burning core of unsteady molten magma...

The Splits in Our Personality

Is there a way to compartmentalize the various aspects of our personality for the sake of maximum benefit?  The decisive Me used for certain areas, and the more Open me used for others...

You Don't Know Me

I don't think you realize how much I truly hurt inside.  I cannot be like you.  I am not you.  Your criticism of me, in efforts to make me more like you, hurt.  I know you do and say what you feel is right.  But what's right for you isn't right for all.  I understand the value of what you say, but it's such a stretch for me to be the way you wish me to be.

It's as if you don't really know how much pain I feel inside.  So often I feel maybe it's better that I never existed.  I don't know how to play by the same set of rules as others.  Hopefully I'll find my way.  And hopefully I'll learn to be more understanding so I don't get hurt as easily.  You're doing what you think is best.  You're trying to help me.  But I am not you.  You don't truly know me.

Canvas Confidant

How do I learn to more completely trust you with my inner secrets, my inner stories?  How can I free what's hidden beneath, so that part of me doesn't feel so lonely?  Thank you canvas confidant, for listening to me up to now.  With courage I hope to delve deeper, revealing more and more.

Inkwell

Sometimes the inkwell flows, and at other times it goes dry.  I wonder what accounts for the ebb and flow nature of ink.  Is it emotional?  Physical?  Mental?  Spiritual?  And is it possible to completely run out of ink?

Moved

You're like a song
That can reach deep into me
And tear me to pieces

Fragile

But what if she's quite beautiful
But fragile like a vase?
How does one touch
What one is afraid to hold...

Leaves Fall

Leaves fall slowly
Dancing drifting away
Once evergreen no longer

Now pain of teething
Until new buds appear
A cold and harsh winter