Stream of Consciousness
Happiness is overrated- A reality check you might need to hear today
Happiness is overrated. As we stir upon the journey of life, the moments we experience exasperate to become the existence we dwell in. The story we tell our minds about the idealistic quality of our lives, whether we have achieved it or not, is the narrative that we hold for ourselves. Perception creates reality; quite arguably, the judgement of the worth we hold for ourselves is the reality we manifest. The worth that forges its being from the outside often stalls and cripples us into the notion of self-doubt. We are so rooted in being validated by the world that our happiness fosters a tendency to become like a ball bouncing from one side to another. When it hits the appreciation of others, our joy soars high, and when it is pushed away with criticism, it is nothing but a lie.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Intimacy
I want intimacy, but I don't want just sex. For so long, people tried to tell me that's all intimacy is, but thankfully my mom drilled the truth into my brain before my view was tainted. It's your touch, not there, but here on my knee. Here, an arm draped over my shoulder. Fingers in my hair, a quiet lullaby lulling me to sleep. I love the sweet reminder you're here and I am safe. It's the love radiating from your eyes so intensely that I want to look away but can't because I'm entranced. Locked in this moment I want to stay in forevermore, the kind of sweet look that will give me everlasting butterflies. It's your arms around me tight like you'll never let me go. Even if the urge to pee hits in the middle of the night I have to fight your grip and hope I won't mess up the sheets anyway. It's your kiss, innocent and quick, but full of love just the same. It's you in my ear, whispering how gorgeous I am, blank canvas and baggy clothes. Sweet nothings to make me blush and wonder where you've been all my life. "Waiting for you" is what I'm sure you would respond, cheesy but romantic just the same. It's us in bed, under the covers, no space between, my head on your chest, listening to your heart beat just for me.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Day #3: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 3/14 Challenge 1/4 “WHAT” Writing 5 minutes – “umbrella” With the open umbrella grasped within my hand, I drift softly to land on my feet upon the of grass of the springtime meadow. I can hear the buzzing of the bees as their flight takes them from one gorgeous wildflower top the next. The smell of lazy summer breezes fill the air. Soft, sensual, enticing me to lay in the sunshine and tall grasses
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
Day #2: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 2/14 - challenge 1/4 “WHAT” Writing 5 minutes – “bathroom mirror” Distorted reflection – I wonder who looks back at me from the glass – whose green eyes are those? Whose wrinkles? Whose freckles and crooked nose? It’s not the same face from the dreams I remember 20 years ago, but she is still me. Distorted in age. Not ugly – just different. Wiser.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
