In Misery Remain?

This journey belongs to us and yet,
We relinquish handfuls of essence,
And toil to feel present.
Eagerly bending to the will of others,
To feed our own ego, for financial gain,
To keep in good stead,
And in good conscience remain!
The balance of power cries out within,
Guilt is consuming, don’t step out of line!
Barely time left to feed heart and brain,
And fulfill our own wanting,
In misery remain?


What Wretched Poetry is This?

What wretched poetry is this?
When life’s extraordinary,
Blended in bliss.
No elegant words,
Of anguished remiss.
Nor intricate tapestries,
Of life gone amiss.
No woven thread lies,
So carefully construed.
Nor cocktails of pain,
Of wounds freshly stitched.
Just a glimpse of the future,
Signs of hope once again.


the semicolon project

Well worth a read. Profound message.


FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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