I always try to look my best I always ask myself, "Is this too much?" "Do I be less?" I adjust the chemicals of my personality to be the perfect mixture It doesn’t matter how you feel – look confident. Be kind – but not weak Show trust – but don’t show them where you … Continue reading More Stone
Category: acceptance
We Need to Dream
"What do you want to do?" A question that has long daunted me and one I try to push to the back of my mind... But also one I try to pull back to the front because I know how important it is. I didn't know the answer to this question when I started college, … Continue reading We Need to Dream
Under Revision
I hate myself. I have for a while. It's just now apparent to me. With one eye I glare inwardly with disgust And regret. While the other Gleams upon others with desire. I'm trying to kill Who I am And bring to life Who I am not. Because I Am not Enough. At least not … Continue reading Under Revision
My Necessary Detriment
There's something about weddings that equally fills my heart as well as hurts it. I've just attended three weddings in one month. I was ecstatic to have been able to be part of them all and to witness such an incredibly special day. I was part of something that brought people together. People. That's what … Continue reading My Necessary Detriment
What I Say
I need saving from myself. I am Complacent. And I hate it. "Then stop moaning about it and do something!" I say to myself. The two of us aren't very kind when we talk. "No shit dumbass, because you'll never motivate yourself unless someone's kicking your ass!" That's true I hate being pushed around. It … Continue reading What I Say
Frankenstein’s Monster
I am Frankenstein's Monster. These parts you see So crudely stitched together Are not my own. I am a conglomerate of others. Do you see this hand? I liked how they wrote So I replaced it with my own. And this tongue Is from another who strung words together so eruditely. My gestures Thoughts Posture … Continue reading Frankenstein’s Monster
Smile
Nobody likes an insecure person. So I'm sorry. But it's alright because I've learned by now To hide the signs you've hurt me. It's the little things That slip past my armor's cracks Which are the injuries I'll never show. Because who likes someone who can't take a joke? But you'll never know it stung … Continue reading Smile
The Making of... 