Writing Life
I love food. I enjoy being in the kitchen. I enjoy meal planning and coming up with how food fits together for me to feel whole. I would spend most of my day in the kitchen looking through the cupboards if I could - even if they're mostly bare. Funny enough, I don't make the … Continue reading How I Thrive & How It Consumes Me
Whenever a false roadblock appearsTo slow our fast footfallsFear encroaching upon the laughterI worry I worryThat the roadblock will growThat the laughter will diminishSimply fearing that what is will fadeAnd so it fadesNot because it would have naturallyBut because what is, is simply overwhelmingAlmost unfathomableStepping in front of our own happiness Is this what you … Continue reading False Halts
The men who are ready to commitEncourage me to be what they expectTo be ready to be claimedLay out a life already mapped out But I enjoy changeRoutine is a trapThe expected, driving my anxietyMy prepared mind goes too far aheadAnd I shake my hand from your embrace Be with me nowAnd maybe the future … Continue reading Committing
There's that FeelingSensing something just around the cornerSomehow familiar yet newExciting and comforting The hairs on my arms and neck stand alertReady to take it all inBreathing deeplyYet catching in my chest I could blame it on this nightDamp and warmThe air light yet heavyTeasing me I want to be envelopedBeyond what this humid night … Continue reading Expand to the Next
Literally and figuratively, going sleeveless has been good for my soul. I have learned enough in this life to be okay with being hurt, with trying something new, with completely putting myself out there. I had an audition yesterday where the norm was to show skin, and I've only recently learned that I've been wearing … Continue reading Going Sleeveless
There are many types of friendships, but the one that I'm in need of right now is someone that I can show all of my cards to without the fear of judgement, or guiding me towards a certain solution. Someone that I can be raw with. Someone that can witness me in all of my … Continue reading Being Raw
I've been stripped downReturned to my natural stateA place I've been striving forFor as long as I've known a sense of anxiety A place without pretenseWitnessing all as it simply isConnecting with smiling eyesAnd friendly phrases Appreciating the smallest of effortsInspired to reconnectTo expand beyond what I've knownPutting together puzzle pieces from my past To … Continue reading A Place To Return
Wading through the mistAn evaporating substanceTurning to see you, squinting as if it will make it easierParts hidden, parts exposed Gleefully hopping over the wavesSoaking our clothesReaching my hand behind to grab yoursTrailing behind, observing Can we slow time?Or is it still passing despite the moments treasuredImmersing ourselves knee deepMist finely coating us And will … Continue reading Wading
Heart strings. Confusion. Winging it. Follow through. Faith. Openness. Communication. Who you are. Hope. Expansion. Smiles. Boundaries. Individuality. Beauty. Looking forward. Enjoying the Now. Magnetism. What I know. Slow. Doorstep. Threshold. Whole. Compartmentalization. Your voice. Joy. Laughter. Faith, again. It's crazy how I can miss something that is with me, always. Hours on end still … Continue reading Word Vomit #1
It's amusing how assumptions of Another can allow you to falsely attach yourself to themAnd how does the Other break this illusion? Would they want to?If it paints them in a better lightOr influences you to make a connection And it will eventually be revealedSoftly, or as a hammerAs the other needs to reveal their … Continue reading Assumptions of Another
by Rine Aylar 