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10 things I love about myself
1.My unending desire to express myself. I think self expression is key to sanity.
2.Related to 1, is my creativity as an artist. If we instilled the driving force of healthy self expression we would not have near the amount of violence, war, crime, psychotics, drug use etc that we do in society. As a whole the world seems to strive to stuff or hide feelings, I think that is harmful and denial of true self, or of wholeness. On a personal level this saves my very life.
3. My ability to use all negative,bad, traumatizing experiences as a tool of/as Understanding of Universal Human suffering. We are given experiences to understand our fellow man, I do my best to do so with my own experiences.
4. My Compassion, , nuff said
5. Eating my fears for breakfast..or trying to! Facing my fears, and challenging my fears..self quests.
6. Beginners Mindset, I am so very thankful I break for butterflies and pull over for cloud crossings, I near tear with joy at wet rainy sidewalks and the glow of stop lights on wet pavement, may I always honor this special aspect of who I am~ I see the world in a way I wish never to lose, only to expand.
7. Learning to honor my body~ Gaining self respect through self care! I love myself enough to care for myself now, far more than I ever did before!
8. Acceptance that all aspects of myself are pure. My self expression is not ****, and as I see it, I am simply unafraid to be me! My expression is pure! I shall accept no shame about it.
9. My ability to accept change with a laugh. I do not stress, stress just adds stress on top of other stuff that needs to be dealt with, it is a distraction!! laugh, move forward and know everything will work itself out..it always does! My inner joy keeps me young.
10.My Energy-Body Consciousness, my ability to sense, to direct energy, to honor the tools that God gave everyone ; )
I smile
Remembering how hard it was to dance
How I could not dance at weddings
How my body would go deaf and limp and sweaty and panic
I remember the fear
and I smile
because look at me now!
I LAUGH!
Because I dance I DANCE I DANCE
If I could see me now
Dancing on the bridge
Dancing at the techn9ne show
Dancing on the beach
Dancing everywhere I go
Oh if I could see me now
if I could
see
how free
DANCING MAKES ME
hOLY cOW
If the me then
Could see me now
I am about to change my entire life
so seeing where things have lead me right now is very important
commitment to do what is uncomfortable
commitment to the unknown and uncomfortable to be free
this is now, this is me
I have been leaving everyone
Silently, slowly
Backing out of the frame
Not playing their games
Not calling, not texting
Slowly and silently retreating
As to not be missed
When I fully dismiss
This place you all been living in
*
I refuse to take root
Where no care takes place
How can I care for a place without love
Chaos takes all the space
So slowly I have been leaving you all
Soon forever more
New steps taken
Intentions not shaken
New life now
MY happiness not forsaken!
So Asta La Pasta *******!
moving on from a bad crowd lol
Naked
Cornered
No where to hide
The black hole has entered with swift stride
I speak my resistance with fury
But he comes closer
I worry
I go limp
Over soon do not fret
Think of somewhere beautiful
or better yet
Remember the butterfly
Remember the moth
Then get up
Wipe my tears
and wash that ******* off
That will be the last time the black hole pulls me in
takes me down
For right now I recover and lift my chin
remove my frown
I remember the gentleness of the moth
I sigh,  grab my blanket
and cocoon in cloth
remember the butterfly
remember the moth
Center alignment
Gives form
creates curve of words
Making vases from phases
And bottles from words
Even this poem here
shaped like an
ink well
"Hop on top of me"
"I would get no pleasure from that"
"Well it is a good thing my tongue is not cut off then"
**"If you tongue was cut off we would have so many less problems between us but I would also lose the only thing I enjoy about you"
He does not know
I do not tell him
All of the poems that are about him
I have to express myself
My feelings do not sit well on a shelf
My feelings rarely get dusty
Though a few are amazingly rusty
But he does not know all I feel and say about him
It would be a lot to take in
Some feelings are passing whims
Which I give a few breaths and a laugh
But some are haunting me day and night
I feel like everything felt so right
I just want to be around him
I cover my face and I smile
A twister of a puzzle
We stay away for a while
While we trip about each other
I keep expressing myself
But he does not know all of the poems I write about him~
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