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responsibility

“I’ll take responsibility for my emotions and the fact that this situation, that you, are just a trigger.” she said. “take some for your own.” Responsibility is a heavy thing and I am my own , she knew.

» Posted By Danaé On 01.25.2013 @ 10:40 am

destroy

“Sometimes one wants to create just as badly as one wants to destroy, they go hand in hand. Destruction leaving space for what may beomce, what you give birth to in this world. I’ve wanted to destroy and then I want to create, this realm of opposites is so strong sometimes. Don’t tell me you’ve never felt it too.”

» Posted By Danaé On 01.19.2013 @ 8:25 pm

sweep

Sometimes my mind feels the need to be swept clean of floating thoughts, flying desire, sleepy awareness. I wish it was as simple as sweeping all of the dust and mites, the fog from my head. That glass shelf needs dusting too while I’m at it.

» Posted By Danaé On 01.16.2013 @ 3:05 pm

compass

No one was ever promised a compass in this life, right?

» Posted By Danaé On 01.12.2013 @ 7:17 pm

experience

Experience is life, whether tagged as “delightful” or “horrible” it’s another experience you can say you’ve had. It builds the memory. It’s another creation. Proving I live.

» Posted By Danaé On 01.05.2013 @ 11:28 am

sure

To be sure is akin to having faith.

» Posted By Danaé On 12.30.2012 @ 7:36 pm

past

It’s all past
Not something I want to dwell on,
not something anyone else should either
Learn as you go if you need to but
We leave it where we bought it.
The present moment is where we are
And what, at the moment, has the power to slip away from us
without notice.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.29.2012 @ 5:05 am

late

Now matter how late we are, it’s not the end. The clocks keep ticking, life floats by, whether we watch it from the windowsill or from the center of the crowds of people hustled together. You’ll wake up tomorrow and every single second that we’re breathing gives a second chance.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.22.2012 @ 7:31 pm

received

I’ve received so much, i couldn’t stop myself from giving back as much as my being would allow. But it’s too much and my existence may fade into it.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.20.2012 @ 8:32 pm

mention

There he goes, the mention of him makes my skin tingle and my bones vibrate. Who knew that my internal workings would one day be the cause of music. The very mention of it. Conjuring up cloudy notions that become the suns thoughts and my body has to ring with it all.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.18.2012 @ 9:03 pm

measured

One weights and measures their own worth in this world, their existence, their meaning and purpose. I don’t know mine yet. She doesn’t know hers. The neighbor down the street measures his worth by how well he cares for his family – it’s his priority. The woman in the hallway measures it by her wealth earned for her son. It’s okay to not know thhough – most people don’t.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.15.2012 @ 7:24 am

draw

It’s a draw between emotions.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.12.2012 @ 10:15 am

spent

I’ve spent these last number of months suppressing myself – true emotion, wants and needs. Pushing past what I couldn’t stand to face and admit that this is a problem, a problem that I want solved. I don’t want to live as a shadow of it, even if I can’t just “pull myself out”, like other people want. And just get on with life as if it never happened, I would remain a hollow shadow and I don’t want to spend my life that way. And I really think that’s fair. It won’t be spent.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.11.2012 @ 7:57 am

roar

My stomach is the leviathan that will end the world with it’s roars. Somehow this does not surprise me in the least. At all. No, it really doesn’t. It doesn’t.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.09.2012 @ 11:41 pm

themselves

They themselves can’t remember what it was like to trudge in those shoes, it’s natural because time takes that away from a person – they forget. But it’s something – I believe – I can hold onto. I will hold to it dearly. I won’t forget, right? I won’t become sour. Maybe it just takes telling myself that.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.09.2012 @ 9:32 am

major

Nothing in life is a major emergency, that’s something that I need to recognize. Can’t send a e-mail by 3 p.m. no one’s going to explode. Can’t finish the doughnuts by 7 a.m. – no customer throughout the course of history has ever died because of not having their morning doughnut.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.07.2012 @ 1:15 pm

ground

Laying on the ground is where I find comfort – my heart steadies, my pulse sighs, thoughts become grazing mares rather than wild stallions. There is nothing but beauty and depth and warmth, connection.Take me back.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.06.2012 @ 10:28 am

interest

Too many interests in too many places. It all surges together in a whirlpool of want and desire. Too much pulling in many directions, it’s no surprise really though…is it? No.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.03.2012 @ 6:25 pm

steps

Two steps forward, eight steps back. It happens. Getting over the mountain and then finding yourself at the foot of it again, it doesn’t mean you’re done. It means nothing. It means that this is life, it’s a journey, and it goes on and on and on. So maybe, if you look at this in a different light there are no steps forward or back and it’s just now. The present. And what you’re going to do with it.

» Posted By Danaé On 11.01.2012 @ 8:29 pm

plays

“It’s all a play”, I read. “All of life is a drama and a play”. That quote sticks with me to this day, I remind myself of it. Life isn’t serious, it’s a big deal…yeah. True. But, it’s something else to and when the time comes I’ll pull those curtains back and reveal myself. A final curtain.

» Posted By Danaé On 02.10.2013 @ 1:22 pm

bury

Bury the feelings, bury the wants – he tells me. Bury them all, so you can be fresh and new. But there is no such thing as fresh and new when I’ve been alive for 20 years already. I am not fresh and I am not new. I can’t bury them, because then I am lying, all I can do is change my relationship with them. And that’s what will be done.

» Posted By Danaé On 10.15.2012 @ 12:32 pm

hundred

One hundred years is as long as it takes sometimes, from infancy to adulthood and then into the hundred year old, bag of bone. Bone bag. See them at one hundred years old, there’s nothing left to fear or be angry for. There’s nothing left to protect yourself from but gray-washed bones wrapped in leather-bound skin, laced together with days and nights. I suppose hell was the needle that wove the day and night.

» Posted By Danaé On 09.28.2012 @ 3:34 pm

afraid

She’s afraid of where the dark leads. Afraid of the change that comes with Autumn, afraid of the seasons and the change and the leaving. Cloaked beneath this thin layer of denial she has remained afraid for a bit too long. Afraid of unknowing, finding, knowing. Oh well, you know it gets better with time. The seasons will always change and one day you’ll find that the fear froze in the winter that follows this fall.

» Posted By Danaé On 09.24.2012 @ 12:59 am

flex

She flexed her arms and legs out over her head. Thinking, breathing…just breathing…deep…sighing. “I can let it go, breathe in with the pain and breathe it out. Flex”
Again and again. Repeat.

» Posted By Danaé On 09.08.2012 @ 6:11 am

stillness

I need it, crave and am feeding my addiction to it. But sometimes, it’s suffocating to sit in pure stillness. It becomes stifling and deadening on the inside. Even though I need it, I need it to just be. To just simply exist and be nothing else.

» Posted By Danaé On 09.06.2012 @ 12:36 pm

salvation

Where is it? Salvation. I guess I have to find it for myself, get used to here and grow up in it or go back. The first is the lesser of the two evils and quite frankly the only way I can live.

» Posted By Danaé On 08.29.2012 @ 4:07 pm

misty

Misty…my mind during the morning after the dark. The mist is the wall that blocks out all of the bad stuff, it’s comforting and warm. The mist. I wish it would stay throughout the day. The mind is not so delicate it seems.

» Posted By Danaé On 08.17.2012 @ 2:34 pm

half

Half in, half out. Half alive, half hidden. I feel as if I am half alive, half here, half breathing. Like a lung collapsed in my chest or there’s a creature trying to rip me into multiples because I haven’t given him what he wholly wants. Only half. Half of life is lived without consent, the other half is me choosing.

» Posted By Danaé On 08.23.2012 @ 6:00 am

It’s only half here in this world. A soul, half here…half wherever it truly belongs. The soul inhabits a body here. It’s half full, I feel half empty.

» Posted By Danaé On 08.21.2012 @ 12:20 pm

want

I wanted more, but doesn’t everyone. The wanting was stronger than anything else, for freedom. An intoxicating freedom was what I wanted, but for it to last…was something that I wanted even more. I didn’t want a brief moment, fading in and out like I had. I wanted out of all of this. I wanted out and I wanted to stay out.

» Posted By Danaé On 08.14.2012 @ 4:34 pm

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