TOXIC
The word ‘toxic’ has become a slur to use to attack, rather than a tool to reflect on what one needs.
Healing
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Paper Plane Pilot
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
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Looking For Light
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
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Say HELP!
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
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What You Thought The Future Was Going To Be
The hardest thing to let go of, is what you thought the future was going to be.
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Who’s Here For The Screaming?
We are a world of screaming and no conversations.
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Okay 2017, I Concede. Let’s Wait It Out.
I want to write something simply because the topmost post on this blog for too long now, has been a painful memory that victimised me. I am not actually dwelling in the past. The present has had me too caught up to even think about the future, let alone the…
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City | Map Of Emotion | Poetry
With Love From The City Of Flamingos
I found my way into healing and love, helped by words and more recently the arclights of the stage.
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Single On The Plateau
My highs & crashes are marked by my being in love. I’m beginning to wonder whether a relationship is worth the tumult. I’m peacefully single on the plateau.
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You’ll Be Okay
You will be okay. I know.
