6 ways on learning how to swim1. toes first6 ways on learning how to swim by A-Lovely-Anxiety
when i was younger i thought i was
beautiful. not like the other girls, of course, but i thought that
the sun followed me around because it thought i was pretty.
and i am a shop-a-holic. money burns a hole in
the back pocket of my jeans because i love to spend it.
but i do not like to go shopping. i love the idea and hate the activity.
there are few days that trying on clothes brings me
happiness because there are even fewer days that i love my
body enough to look in a mirror.
but i am trying.
("i love this dress! i can't believe that it fit!
i dropped another size!"
"what, mom? why are you looking at me like that?"
"...oh, please. one size?")
there are days when i don't leave my house and there are days
that i spend the time to put on makeup and
nice clothes to open the door and feel the fresh air and
to admire all the lovely, smiling, silently judging people who
i think are looking at me, but they probably aren't
Acumen (Hidden)Acumen (Hidden)Acumen (Hidden) by chromeantennae
They say ridicule is the burden of genius,
An incredible mind left
With no one to collaborate with,
Is not only a ridiculed intellect
But isolated within their brilliance.
Because what is greatness
Without an audience?
It’s the same proverbial tree
That fell with no one around.
Who was he?
Did it make a sound?
Whether it’s quiet or silence,
When you look for it,
No man can find him.
Disengaged with the world,
He yearns to uncover it.
Weeping in pillowcases,
Fingers grazing dust white envelopes,
At least that’s what they’ve become.
They were yellow when he first received them,
At least that’s how he recalls it.
Features lined with loneliness,
Eyelids heavy with a mix
Of self-hatred and depression,
He picks up the pencil and writes again.
Sending what’s written to a location,
That will forever be hidden.