The last time
You left bruises on me in the shape of your fingertips
You're long gone before they even begin to fade
I touch those spots longingly I don't even have a memory of you that's not tainted with the addictions we knew, thought of getting them as a tattoo so I'll always have a piece of you with me
A way to remind me that you hurt me with no hesitations or explanations
I seem to blur the bad memories like your hand coming up fast to hit me, always in a place blind to anyone but you or I
The chemistry was a crackling electricity, I'd lie and forgive the way you kissed me with a closed fist for another reason on your list of how I was a disappointment, not a perfect fit, so you threw darts of lit cigarettes.
Why can't I get this in my head yet?
You're a black hole and I just keep getting sucked into your world, fingers curled.
The only expression other than ecstasy on me was a flinch, automatic with you
But in bed the hate was worth my tear stained state under the covers
What makes the pleasure worth the pain? Making excuses for you again and again, crossing a line that I keep pushing back further and further in my mind
Telling me you've changed but never an apology, it was an anthem and just another analogy for us and the formality so I could take you back another time
I was lost and you found my insecurity, your confidence locking me in with a fear and security so that no one ever owned me like you did, when I needed to be loved so much I thought hurting me so deeply must have meant you cared just as much, it was just a crutch for how much I hated me and thought I deserved the pain, even in the worst of us I was the only one to blame.
Even now you text me and I reply,
I always believed you could change for me
Recently, @kyleoostra and I decided to make it our goal to watch the ENTIRE season of Seinfeld. I was never a big fan, but after plowing through episode after episode (we’re almost done!), the characters have become like friends and my appreciation for the writing has swelled. It’s a show about NOTHING, so it’s a show about everything, then. Relatable! Hilarious! Brilliant!
Forgive me then, that I couldn’t stop laughing on my way to work this morning with scenes from this ☝🏼 episode playing in my head as I stumbled around, over, and through enormous snow drifts, cursed my wet and cold knees, waited four times as long at the bus stop (which was actually IN the street because the road had been plowed, but the sidewalk was nowhere to be found), offered to push two different cars out of drifts, cheered countless other drivers on as they victoriously made their way over the cursed line of plowed snow at intersections, lamented what had been shaping up to be a good hair day but was decidedly headed in the opposite direction, and squeezed myself onto an overcrowded bus filled with similarly sweaty, cold, snow-covered, late-for-work commuters, all while carrying a large SHIPPING BOX. (A la my pal, Cosmo Kramer.) Because, naturally, I thought TODAY would be the best day to lug this item that I sold on Amazon along on my morning gauntlet-I-mean-commute. How convenient! I’ll print the shipping label at home and just drop it off at the mail room at work tomorrow! Or so thought Monday Julie. But Tuesday Julie had an entirely different opinion about the convenience of that plan.
Admittedly, my box was not nearly as heavy as Kramer’s AC Unit, but it was just as large and just as awkward to get a good grip on while navigating the treachery of Minneapolis streets hours after a blizzard.
(More detailed recap of this morning’s events and maybe a Spoiler alert on the blog: www.thelarkcollective.com)
In this one you are vulnerable.
Stripped of your armor,
arms outstretched and heart pushed forward.
In this one you are strong,
you are steadfast.
Trusting in not only me,
but in this one you are trusting of WE!
Nothing makes me feel more alive then the sensation, the feeling of people supporting other people. Seeing the human that resides within us all and supporting and loving that souls purpose, dreams and or goals. Coming together as a WE! However, before we can see the we, we must first be willing to see the me. Try this. Take a photo or have someone take one of you. Look at it. Look at you. Then just write. No boundaries, no rules, just pen the paper. Prompt: In this one you are...
(@stephynow this continues to be my favorite prompt)
👖: @buddha_pants (this happens to be a BRAND NEW print up on their site🙌🏼. Nope, not paid, just in love with the company and their gear.
He decided to "wolf out" after "conforming" and keeping it real polished and professional, he could no longer contain it.... and although HE has an MBA, THEY would try HIM wayyyyy before they would ever try ME! So just like WE always do, I decided to let my FRO flow and his appreciation for me rocking out with him was well, appreciated. I figured that because there were none other like US on our team, I had to make sure OUR team was strong.... see with me by his side and with him having my back NO ONE could bring US down but I needed to be by his side and he needed to have my back...... I needed to be by HIS side and he needed to have MY BACK, HE needed to have MY back.. because I was by HIS side. I WILL ALWAYS MAKE SURE OUR TEAM IS STRONG!! DEDICATED TO MY BROTHERS!!! The QUEEN always protects her KING! If YOU got ME, I GOT US!!! ALWAYS!! JUST HAVE MY BACK... ❤Ni'
My 1st book It's My Story I Will Tell It - Pieces of Me is available NOW www.nicolmcclendon.com #myVIRTUALsurpriseparty 2/13/18 8pm on FB follow @onedopewoman
Often it helps my writing process when I use a good old-fashioned pen and paper. Writing by hand can help you think through ideas more carefully, and allow you space to doodle, scratch things through, and connect your thoughts. Whether your medium of choice is a beautiful leather journal or some loose-leaf printer paper, there's something about handwriting that frees your mind. Here are some ways you can incorporate hand-writing into your book writing process:
1. Free write (i.e. write longhand without stopping) for five minutes, doing a brain dump of the ideas at the forefront of your mind. It might feel weird at first, but put down whatever comes to mind. Some surprising ideas can come to the surface when you make yourself write without stopping.
2. Jot ideas on 3x5 cards. Then you can move 'em around and physically re-order your thoughts. This is a great tool when you're working on structuring or outlining your book.
3. Edit your manuscript with a pen and a hard copy, instead of on the computer. Often our eyes pick up on typos and mistakes better on paper than on the screen. .
HeartOfPoets featured artist is: @_megharao 🚩🚩🚩 .
i knit a butterfly net
out of fairy lights.
the garden is angry with me.
i have woken up
her tranquil flowers
trying to catch
the fireflies in your eyes.
when the sun asks me
what i'm looking for,
i say, candles lighting
to jerusalem hands.
your watercolour lips
have made self-portraits
all over women
who were empty canvases,
sultry with snow crystal smiles
and lips like sun-dried
but i am a dark background.
when you paint on me,
i bleed demons.
so have you seen
the way darkness owes
no competition to light?
the way they complement each other
like the night singing soft lullabies to baby stars
while its other half sets into the ocean
storytelling the sun into slumber and
taking turns to guard the sky
do they not
make a lovely pair?
so come over and finish this song for me
together, we will bake
a vanilla scented soundtrack
for our barefoot souls.
your voice is homemade marmalade
and i will put it
in my grandmother's
favourite jam jar
and listen to it
just before i go to sleep.
you are the summer rain
that blooms all my droughts
into glowing embers
and i don't ever want you to leave.
oh, but wait!
where are you going?
don't go, please.
will you come back?
you're unfairly delightful
and i want to follow you
wherever you go.
how can i find you?
oh, i know.
stand very still, my love.
i'll tie a haiku around your ankle.
and when you walk away
may the poetry
your feet leave behind
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Dear #Christianprenuers comparison tricks us into thinking that God’s blessings are in limited supply, whispering the lie that when another wins, you lose. God has set a unique plan for your life. And He will abundantly prepare you for it. You can trust his provision. And more importantly His timing...#InTheDark
Siang ini Jakarta gempa. Membuat banyak pegawai berhamburan keluar kantor dan panik. Dimana semua berlari menyelamatkan diri masing-masing. Semua berlari dan berteriak sambil menangis. Kepanikan melanda semua menginginkan kehidupan. Berapa harga sebuah nyawa sangat mahal harganya. Merasakan euforia ketakutan dan segala yang ada didepan mata hancur dan terinjak. Semua ingin menjauhi gedung tinggi, menyelamatkan diri masing-masing dari ancaman yang akan membuat nyawa menjadi mati. Humanisme dan manusiawi anak manusia dan semua orang ingin bertahan dan mencari perlindungan. Gempa 6,1 Skala Richter dari kedalaman 10 km di arah Barat Lebak Banten membuat kepanikan luar biasa. Betapa mengingatkan kami sebagai manusia biasa, semua adalah kuasa Tuhan. Tuhan berkuasa atas segala isi dunia dan catatan takdir anak manusia.
terlihat usai... tapi rasa masih dg mudah terangkai dan mngizinkan qt saling berandai_andai,
masih saling merasa memiliki..meski segalanya sulit.
qt terpaksa mendahului kata"selesai"
aq hanya takut qt mnemukan luka yg nantinya takkan usai.