Power.

Fuck you and your preconceived notions about beauty. I am beautiful. 

Fuck you and your elitist attitude about the value of others. I am not worthless. 

Fuck you and your backward ideology about love. I will love whomever the fuck I choose. 

I am strong.

I am smart.

I am passionate. 

My thoughts and emotions matter.

My goals and dreams and hopes will not be smothered by the dismissive, elitist, and abusuve notions of any other. 

I am determined to overcome every obstacle you place in my way.

I will accomplish my dreams. 

Fuck you, and get out of my way. 

I am determined, I am angry, and I am powerful. 

Written several months ago, I found this scribbled on an old receipt. I may work with it a bit, this is the raw version.  Ordinarily I choose more elegant ways of expressing myself -- but crude language seems to have its place in some moments. Life is not spotlessly clean, and writing, as a reflection of life, is not either.  I hope the colorful language here does not offend. 

Sleepless

Sleep fails me again
As I spend
Another night dreaming of the future.

My mind too full of hope,
Planning for change and improvement,
A future filled with aspiration.

I reach out,
hoping to grasp some wisp of foreshadowing,
What is attainable?
And
What will remain a dream on a sleepless night?

I am powerful.

Fear keeps the heart beating when the rest of the body has frozen.

Stress pushes the mind further, proving most limits are set by fear.

Worry shows hope for a future, despite the stresses and fears we each face.

If you want something strongly enough , make it happen.

If you aren't happy with the life you're in, choose another.

Be the change you wish to see.

For, in choice, we have power.

Limited only by ourselves, courage to step out of the comfortable is all it takes.

Change the world.

Purge -- A bit from my life-blog

I made a choice about a year ago to only project positivity into the world. Only speak of the good, the bright and beautiful. Only of my successes--not the struggle it took to get there. I figured that the struggle was Understood, an Unspoken context that the world would know, presume. Maybe I was wrong, maybe it was my own self-denial my own reluctance to admit that I too struggle. Sometimes, Sometimes the fear of ending up alone, the unwillingness to admit your weaknesses and then certainty in the future I'll be home a bit too much.

 Read more at Vicissitude.

verb: Live

Live

You only get one chance

don't waste your time 

with worries and wondering. 

Be bold! 

Be passionate! 

Take a stand! 

Make mistakes -- they are how you learn!

Try to make a change.

Try to be better.

Inspire

Engage

Intrigue

Existing is never enough

We all have have power 

and a 

RESPONSIBILITY to use it.

Too many shuffle through life just "getting by" --  and why?

Why not be GREAT?

Start small and commit to that one great thing.

Because this life, this you, will only happen once.  

Be the person you want to be remembered as.  

Dragons

bright green dragons
dance inside my head

while sunspots shine
red against my closed eyelids

springtime beckons in the distance
I can almost, almost, reach her

the sharp wind invades my warm memory
bitter cold shocking me back to reality

My dragons have vanished,
all I see is bright white.

Let us be strong and smart.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I push back against the dreadful as it tries to creep its way into my mind and blot out the sunshine. Always on those sleepless nights, it's too easy to get lost in the dark and bump into a moment that's harder to shake.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I hold on to all the bright and beautiful as the dreadful seems to close in. Protected by this aura of goodness I push past the moment of darkness and emerge in the morning to greet the sun and conquer the world once again.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I carry the bright and beautiful as talismans, reminders that protect me from the dark.

I carry the dreadful, too, scars that serve as reminders of the battles I've fought. These give strength as memories--and I fear no more.

I am strong.
I am smart.

I push on, adding scars and talismans each to guide my way. Until one day I can lay down my burdens and marvel at my light.

Choosing Life

I am strong in a quiet way.
Choosing to shine brightly each day.
I give all my life all my love to the world,
Cause you can't take it with you
In the end.

In the end I'll be gone,
But my light travels on--
Take it into your soul
And share it with all

Choosing life
the bright beauty
we all know.

Soft, through yonder window...

I see
I see the beauty in everyday
And touched by its extraordinary
-Yet simple, ordinary, existence-
I am moved to tears as I've found elegance once again.

I exist in this ecosystem as one small part of the complex interactions which sustain the elegant equilibrium that is this Earth.

I evolved these emotions for a reason.

I won't be ashamed that I cry at a sunset, that I'm delighted at its rise, that I am soft, caring, but stronger than many of my own species give me credit for.

The world needs women.

Strong, beautiful, confident women who, YES, have emotions and respond to beauty and heartache and sadness.

So yes, I am crying over a cookie commercial. Because in it I saw beauty and a hint of the moments I live for.

And no, I'm not sorry for it.

Negative Space

Disappear into the calm
with a cup of tea
Surrounded by the beauty
of an artist's passion
Music keeps the world at bay

And we smile
as the inspiration arrives
to our now-clear minds.

Here in this
Negative Space

Where we can disappear
from the busy world
and let out the softer side,

Touched by art

Influenced by emotion

We can wear our hearts
on our sleeves,
safe from the venom
of those who forgot how to feel.

Here in this
Negative Space.

A place to balance the world.