theprocast:

i needed to hold

my breath

to see if the earth

was shaking beneath

my feet

but all i saw

were my fingertips

trembling

my hands

shaking

my fears shaking

my heart beats

right out

of me

Kai Masa // unrelenting

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followcb:

Waiting To Begin

today when arose

I woke up feeling differently

I felt a sense of peace

found happiness just being…me

and it felt similar…

felt like I was sleepwalking in a dream

as I recall…

it was my first time feeling free

no one’s opinions did I seek

no validation to be me…

did I need

as a matter of fact

other’s resistance

only further fueled me

now I saw life so differently

in doing things I love…

I found peace

I found it’s never too late

there’s no expiration date

for limitations to our inner creativity

so keep your hate…

I’ll take my dreams…

no more waiting…hesitating…

for the new me waiting to begin

Copyright @followcb | April 20, 2019

redrivergirl:

Dancing to Hallelujah

Hallelujah is not a love song but he asks me to dance to it. so I sway and spin in the reach of his arms and try to see the tired room through his hopeful eyes, a view that’s clearly tinted.

this rosy scene is making me dizzy. the punch was poisoned, why else would it taste so sweet? I silently list a dozen names of places I’d rather be: a taxi cab, a Portugese beach, hanging from the branch of a tall tree…

my sister’s voice tells me I should be happy that he’s taken a shine to me, but I don’t feel anything besides a sour belly full of pity. and now my clammy hand is trapped in his and he’s a breath away from my ear. I safety pin my smile back in place but the façade is slipping and I’m looking less and less like the girl he’d like me to be.

when he says words like forever, I can’t see the letters yellowed with age from sitting in sunlight day after day. I can’t see always living longer than a year, it already looks so thin and pale.

but it’s not his fault. he can’t see the bitter cynic sitting in the corner muttering curses at his optimism. he doesn’t see the dirt I tracked in from my visit to next December, where his patience is fading faster than my efforts can keep up with.

but I’m stuck in the present, trying to laugh without crying, to smile without biting, at the stubborn end of someone’s wedding. I don’t yet have any flaws, only quirks. my issues don’t exist and I’m interesting. I wear a crown called unique. I’m still shiny and new and malleable in his warm palm and his delicate tongue hasn’t yet found my teeth.

(this is an apology. I’m truly sorry that I wasn’t who you wanted me to be.)

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satinonsoftskin:

in the mood to be kissseddddd. all gentle and slow

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