Can’t explain how many times my gut nudged me that there were red flags. Even when I couldn’t see it, I felt it. My instinct has never been wrong, all the guys I proceeded with caution with eventually showed their true colors. When it’s true love you won’t feel something lurking underneath the surface. The person will be transparent and created specifically for you. They will respect you, they won’t play games, they will be loyal and won’t pit you against other people. Wait for it, it will come. Via: Poets Tribe
Home is wherever I’m with you.
Live life for you, not societal norms. Do it for our ancestors who were abused and burned for centuries. The ones who had to marry their rapist, the ones who couldn’t get abortions, the ones who couldn’t work, the ones who couldn’t vote, the ones confined to finite careers due to their gender…They would kill to experience an ounce of the freedom we have now. And still we have a long ways to go. Photo: Love April Green
Fear is vital for our survival, tells you when to leave a bad situation keeping you alive. So is the ego, it protects you from getting hurt by others, filtering out the cruel. The world is filled with so much sensory information, that these two defense mechanisms become our constant armor and that’s no way to live. Check yourself, are you living in extremes of fear and ego? Where does it stem from? Via: Word Rover
As a writer I know how hard being a poet is. The poems job is to fill you with descriptive imagery succinctly. Poindexter nails it every time. The world is a harsh place, people are often cruel, no wonder one can feel like crawling out of their skin in social situations. Have you ever felt socially awkward? What did you learn from the experience? I’ve learned that you can always find a person to chat with, as long as you get out of your head.
This is very interesting the fact that he left out the word you. It means more, it makes the poem more powerful due to the intimacy, like a note between two lovers alone. What do you think? Photo: Christopher Poindexter Insta
This sums up my decade, falling and falling, then soaring into the sky. Rising from the ashes a Phoenix. I’m so proud of the woman I’ve become, got rid of toxic people and will be entering the decade clearing more out of my timeline. Are you falling or flying?
Who makes you feel this way? I have drowned many men, waiting for the one who can swim. Even if you fail you can say you tried, tell the person you love how you feel.
“Humbling women seems to be a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.” -Circe
Crying can detoxify you of negative emotions. If you feel like crying, cry. We are all human. There is no shame. When’s the last time you cried? Why? Did you feel better after?