Daring

I need to find that chatty little thing –

the chatty little grinning thing
that sits at the edge of the table
and curls like a puppy
on firm,
gentle thighs –
telling her how she’ll be treasured tonight.

Much like those cracks in her smile
and her wings,
those thighs are
far less brave than they might seem,
for all the symbolism on that belt buckle.

She’s more like that fray on the edge of her shorts…
an end of something,
hoping not to tumble out and disappear
before he says something funny again

and laces the fear between giggles with something like kindness…

and she puts all manner of cosmic wheels on hold
by daring to believe it.

I’m John in some circles… Woodsy in others. Actually, Woodsy was a stage name from when I did performance gigs, which I’m looking to start doing again.
Basically, like a lot of people, I’ve been through a bunch of different things, and I’ve tended to write about them as I go.
Someone told me today that my particular thing is not being scared to say some unsayable stuff about how scary and traumatic things are…
which kinda sounds cool –
and kinda fits with those moments when someone comes up and says: “I’m glad you said that.”
(and then stands there in that eerie moment between sensibly social distancing and recklessly going for the hug)
I guess that’s why I would like to start going on the road… gigging. I want to go places and say stuff that feels scary to say…
because often it’s also the most precious, beautiful stuff we have to say, and I  reckon it’s about time we stopped feeling scared to say it.

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You electrify my heart

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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Realistic

hope, confidence and optimism
will go as far
as we allow it

some see nothing
but miracles occurring
all around them

some find it hard
to reach for any positive
in their situations

and then there are those
who understand
life is about acceptance

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Lessons

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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Coffee Date with Luna: Addicted to the Noise

Hello everyone!

I rose from the dead, here I am actually blogging on my own blog. My last few weeks have been quite interesting and when I say interesting, I mean numbingly painful but I am still working through that bullshit. When I say that I rose from the dead I mean it.

Forgot to say, welcome to another Coffee Date with Luna. Depending on when I actually publish this, might be time for warm milk before bedtime with Luna, but that’s beside the point.

Growing up in domestic violence (what a lovely way to start a blog post), you cannot function in silence or in a lot of noise which is more common for such environment. When there was noise, when we were fighting or my father was chasing us around the house trying to beat us, I heard something and I knew that everyone was alive and conscious if they were speaking. Silence would sometimes be comforting, especially on those rare night when I wouldn’t go to bed listening to my father’s drunk rants about how he’s going to burn the house down while we sleep in it. But there’s this other thing that you start fearing about silence and it’s silence itself. I would often catch myself enjoying some moments of peace and quiet to only then be awaken by the thought that someone is hurt or that my father randomly fell somewhere while he was drunk and broke his neck. Yes people, welcome to my childhood thoughts. Don’t worry, he is still alive and back then he was mostly sleeping on the couch or the floor because he was too drunk to make it to bed.

This fear of silence made me into a person that constantly has to have noises around me. While I was living alone in Zadar, I always had music playing in the background or the TV was on. If I was going to the store, I had my headphones in. I had a playlist for bedtime. Music would be playing while I would get ready in the morning or while I was under the shower. And this routine continued.

Do you know what this does to you? It takes away your time to self-reflect and think about your problems and fears by constantly distracting your brain. I do not know how to be in silence or allow my brain to just process situations. I let everything build up inside of me until I become so emotionally unstable that I get depressed. And you want to know something? YOU ALL FUCKING DO IT AS WELL.

We live in a climate where we are encouraged to constantly be distracted by all types of shit. Our phones are always buzzing with notifications, there’s always someone talking, there’s always a new show to watch, news to keep up with etc. We all suffer from FOMO (fear of missing out). We are so caught up in this era of smart devices and constant noises that we forget about the whole world that’s inside each and every one of us.

I finished reading G. Steinem’s book called Revolution from Within. There’s a part where she speaks about people being healed emotionally and physically by coming back to nature. Do you know what nature is? Quiet. When was the last time when I enjoyed spending time in nature? When I was a kid, I used to run around and climb trees because being on a high tree with the fear of falling and breaking something was safer than being inside my house. Ever since I was liberated from domestic abuse, I gravitated towards the city, the noise, the constant distractions. The only thing that changes this for me is the proximity of the sea. I have a very special bond with the sea but I don’t spend much time on the seaside.

What I’ve come to realize lately, as I’ve been spending more time at home with my mom, is that this running away from my childhood and my inner self has produced a very negative side effect. I lost my memory or suppressed it so hard that I cannot remember years and years of my life. If something were to happen to my mother (God forbid), I would lose years of my life because she is literally the only person that can tell me what happened at certain points. I just don’t remember but that’s a problem for another post. I am researching this issue currently.

This is what being addicted to distractions and to noise brought me. I forgot who I was, do not like to think about who I am or what I wish to be. In this world of noises, I think it’s time for me to put the volume down and go back to me, listen to what I have to say and go through the pain and the thoughts and the memories for as long as it takes to process everything.

In a world that doesn’t want us to think, it’s hard to take that step. It’s not a step out of a comfort zone. It’s more like a jump of a cliff but we have to see it as a leap of faith, a return to the natural, to the human, to the raw part of life that was here before the noise and before devices that became smarter than us.

There is catharsis to be found in books, art, music and creation but there’s truth to be found in the world that’s inside of us. We came to the world naked, screaming and without shame. Let’s not leave it hidden, silenced and manipulated.

Sending love and positive vibes,

Luna

 

Outside the Inside

I4
exploring webbed realms
wide-eyed wonder flows slow
outside the inside

S9
freeing young fury
curls of ideology
new identity

M5
midnight wisdom storms
gift wrapped existence
still breathing for more

Sangeetha writes on her blog mindfills.wordpress.com. She’s at the moment, fascinated by how wandering words tesselate to encase moments…moments she likes to revisit.

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A Horse With A Horn

Hey everyone! This is Kunakshi Kapoor a simple 13 year girl from India The City Of Taj (Agra) I’m nor too famous neither I have written novels or books… But still has an unconditional love for writing. I believe that whenever we pen something on a paper a positive soul is made out of it… You can find me on https://thepennedsoul.wordpress.com/

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Little Boy Robin Hood

Childish dreams and embracing imagination, you’re living in an alternate reality, boy. Don’t you just love the excitement, the freedom. You are your own Robin Hood, if only for now. If only for a few moments, embrace your dreams, live your fantasies because poor little Robin Hood, this world is not a place for you. This world, it persuades you to throw away a life of adventure. The subtle manipulation is something that you won’t even recognize. You are slowly taken away from whittling arrows, and hiding at the very tops of trees, waiting to loot corrupt noblemen coming through in horse drawn carriages. Slowly you are led to believe that these notions of adventure, selflessness, and justice, are but thoughts of an impressionable child. It’s a sad day, young Robin. There was so much potential in the things that many perceived as naive. Your transformation into adulthood should not be this way, the sacrifice is too much in this change.

To think that it wasn’t even a conscious choice to leave your life of exploration and escapade behind. To think that your heart of gold, your leadership, and your heroism was not cherished and honored by the world around you, is disenchanting to say the least. You, dear Robin, have lost your way over time, you have been altered to the liking of a force outside of your control. There was once a flame burning behind your vibrant eyes, a sense of purpose that seemed indestructible. You did not choose this reformation, you did not run away from your childhood musings. The common convention in this world is loud, the majority here have lost their vision of anything more than ordinary. It was a long time ago when the weight of this world pushed away the exceptional, and made it seem unattainable. Please remember Robin, please hold onto your heart of gold, your sense of justice, and your quest for truth. Just because being extraordinary may seem daunting, doesn’t mean that you are unable to create your own reality. It does not take the majority to start a revolution, it takes one courageous and passionate little Robin to spark change.

https://wnby.blog/

I am just another young adult trying to find my ‘niche’, if you will. I have many interests in different creative fields, but I’m yet to find one area where I excel, and maintain an undeniable level of passion. I have a lot of questions about our current society, and again am trying to find my place, without losing myself. This poem is about my hope that anyone can inspire change in the masses, and how hopefully not following the path set out, really can become something special.

@whynotbe.you

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Love for Sure

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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Maths : a challenge in a students life !!

Hectic , boring , mind boggling ,
It just takes away your head ,
Studying it mind just swings ,
And one day you will really be dead ……..

Practise practice practice ,
Everyone says it is the only key to success ,
Memorising it is a really tough job ,
But you just need to have trust in God !!!!

Maths just goes in and out of the brain ,
After you see the the paper your efforts are all in vain ,
Is there any other way that we can pass ???
And of course it is the most boring class ………

Studying it early in the morning spoils your day ,
It’s all done in a very weird way !!
I pledge to ban maths ,
So that they stop running in your head all the rats …….

Because of frustration it makes you red,
But you trust me you will never be brain dead !
Maths lovers please don’t worry because it won’t be banned ,
Just not mandatory after 8th and still you can study !!!!

Don’t talk to me about the country ‘s economy ,
Think of the youth
Too many cooks spoil the broth ,
Too many children studying maths will spoil the economy !

Whoever has invented maths has done a great crime ,
And will never be forgiven in his whole life !!!!
Buddies yet it is not banned try to cope up with the ongoing exasperation,
Contentment will be achieved and your life will be a paradise !!

All there will be only happiness!!

Blog http://kripaaluthra.wordpress.com/

About : hey … this is Kripaa… a thirteen year old .. from India ( the city of taj  : Aga ) through my poems I wish to bring a change … a change in society… a change in the world … I haven’t written a book nor am a famous author but still hoping for you to enjoy !!! If you like it don’t forget to follow !! Waiting for your likes , comments and subscriptions!!

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