Tame that cheetah lock her up because she’s dangerous as fuck when she figures out the game, she might attack tame that cheetah lock her up because she’s dangerous as fuck If she knows she’s strong she’ll want her power back tame that cheetah lock her up because she’s dangerous as fuck but don’t tell … Continue reading Patriarchy – a poem
This poem is dedicated to my two amazing children, who have grown into the most impressive adults I know. Sweetie, I left because the strong part of me was quickly crumbling I left ‘cause I could no longer see hope, and I left ‘cause the foundation crack was widening and deepening I left ‘cause dreams … Continue reading Sweetie, I Left
We push and pull and turn around no consensus will be found yanking here and yanking there arguments from clear thin air Rolling over both of us wrestling now we’re in the dust poking eyeballs pulling hair metaphors that show we care... ...too much for our own ego can’t give up and can’t let go … Continue reading The Endless Struggle- a poem
A poem about mental illness My mothers rage is off the page she can’t control emotion her laughter and her tears are like the current of the ocean Her hate and her deceit are like an awful witches potion when I was small she shook me ‘til I couldn’t stand the motion I don’t know … Continue reading Screw It
what is this place? I just can’t see why it’s so crowded here who made this place I stumbled upon it sometime last year who runs this place? it seems the owners have begun to serve I see YOUR face although MY mask stays put and undisturbed... what do you do in such a place … Continue reading The Healing Place
my picker broke at age 13 a GROWN man loved me -just a teen he sang me love songs on the phone while he pretended I was GROWN two years later through a friend virginity came to an end New Year’s eve and pink champagne forced it on me, gave me pain four weeks later … Continue reading GROWN -a poem
-a poem Dim lights brightening dusty lights covered with a 12-year film of inactivity receding from the world outside struggling with this physical body that’s rebelling failing to live up to immense expectations taken for granted as a tool always available and at my disposal lights flickering buzzing changing hue and temperature lights blinking on … Continue reading LIGHTS
Recovery programs call our useless running, “getting something we don’t have,” or “keeping something we don’t want to lose.” Greg Baer, in his book, Real Love, calls it “Getting and Protecting Behavior.” Whatever you call it, it’s how we shield ourselves from pain. Check out blogger Matt”s great insights about this tough part of existence! Thanks Matt!
Like vigorous exercise, a disciplined reading regiment, and giving more than we take in our marriages, there is VALUE — tons of it — in doing hard things. So maybe don’t run away. Maybe allowing ourselves to feel is THE way. (Image/Carl Richards – New York Times)
I’m afraid of someone using a circular handsaw to cut open my skull.
But I’m more afraid of dying, so if the choice is certain death or brain surgery, I would choose brain surgery.
I’m afraid of jumping off of 100-foot cliffs into unknown waters.
But I’m more afraid of being eaten by big-ass dinosaurs, so if a genetically modified hybrid Jurassic World dinosaur was chasing me, I would totally jump if the alternative was being Indominus Rex’s lunch.
Broken down in the most primitive way possible, human beings are motivated by just two things:
- Feeling pleasure
- Avoiding pain
Psychologists say most people…
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Here's a great article about simplifyin your life! So much clutter, so little time. Stop it! I'm in! Thanks BayArt! Mo
My sadness over the reality of our divided society overwhelmed me today as old lyrics rang in my ear, in the form of an old favorite song, Us and Them, by Pink Floyd. I used to listen to this song, hour after hour, with giant headphones, with my best friend, Leslie, back in the 70s. We … Continue reading Us and Them -My reality shift