Suddenly I felt compelled to give

There is so much power in forgiveness. Suddenly, you’ll find it feels good to give

Waving the wrong away,  not looking to bring shame.  I forgive,  the way I have been forgiven.  Nothing is remembered when I look your way,  vanishing memories of yesterday. 

Forgiveness is the greatest gift,  it mends minds and weaves happiness; Sweetly melts once sour hearts. 

cranial station

I can’t help but write, the words need to be free from this cage my skull they’ve been  knock knock knocking. Head is rocking, or has my own foundation began to shake?There’s no doubting it’s just me  right now feeling this way, like needing to spit   e v e r y   l e t t e r   straight to your face. Get it OUT! I’m calm at the moment, purposely laying every word out in the open. One, two.

CLANG CLANG, I must say that I never saw this coming, the overflow from my cranial station, who likes making sense anyway, I have no set rules. .. … . You’d think there’d be a system to the mayhem, or at least a clock somewhere, yet my thoughts take control and my brain screams to let go of the tension- #^%&! LET GO OF THE WOOOOOORDS! They’re like tiny monsters wanting to escape and go party with each other, I’m taking the backseat on this one guys.

I can’t help but to type instead of sleep, my brain’s definitely been working hard to keep the pace up.  I’m about to crash any moment, but there’s much in mind, not enough time for things unimportant. Release of this brain dust so I can sleep so tomorrow I’ll function.

Twisty words make it fun to open up a gifted poem, but today doesn’t have reason to the silliness. No, this is just a  space to let creativity be just that.

PC

PS New All About, with meh face

Who is he? 

I don’t have to wait to be happy.  I do not have to wait until then to be happy.  

I am in full control of my thoughts and beliefs.  I know who I am and that person is shielded by power. 

My goals are possible because I am very strong,  and wise to wait on the Lord.  I’m convinced I’m a powerful creation. Glory to God! 

embarrassed turtle

when is it more appropriate to write than to read, vice versa. do i expect an answer really. the grammar of this post is already killing me, but I’m not sure what’s coming out so I’m typing away.

Communicating threats to myself and those around me someone commit me but no not really. I’m a tough cookie they say or they don’t say, not those who see a psychotic break. what’s it mean when I can’t think or stand straight from overwhelming sadness and frustration about things I can’t change. What do I change. No , for real, where do I even start. With my own heart? Must go back to the beginning where no one wants the blame for anything

Always been the one, me, to be sensitive. Feel what others feel in their sickness, had my own of the brain not ten minutes ago what a shame. traumatic things they happen, but if we don’t talk or admit did they really go away?  For me not so much but ignoring problems doesn’t work for me. tried it. cried, fought it screamed it.

I begged my parents as a child to go see a counselor, why though depression isn’t real. but I’m sitting here though, telling you I can feel the fog coming on. I know when I’ve been triggered, it’s taken so long to realize these changes. Now, where do I go. Brain is wired to strive for pleasure and avoid pain. but I’m still playing this game life. WOW what a cliche, can’t believe I hit the trap. must improve my vocabulary so I can speak in a way that means what I say.

I am surely a powerful creation of God, but I am still growing. Won’t even share my real name because I’m embarrassed of feeling this way. Must get through it, keep going.

bang it out!

If I am who I wanna be then what’s the mystery

when I explain to thee, that I have what I want. 

Why’s it conditional, like “Do anything”, but not this thing though.

Tough love, hard truth, but who’s truth though?

Questions I’m having because I know who I am.

Since I’ve decided, others won’t like what I am, but at least I know it finally myself

 

Since I am who I want to be, I’ll continue to grow and feel peace through it all

keeping it simple while dancing and saying “yo”

That’s just me though, no real consistency but being thrown in the oven soon

to help me rise into the tasty artist I aspire to be,

and feel inspired by what touches me, honestly, that’s how I want to live

 

There’s no hope for me, working away from home, ready to run away. I need to be

painting and creating, designing through words or on paper. Someone please help me get

CANVAS.  I have a map in my head

I have no idea where anything is at, yet no desire to figure that out.

 

Hi friends,

What does a friend mean to me:

  • Unconditional -No matter how long it’s been since we’ve talked or no matter how stupid what I said was…
  • Loyal -Meaning I can trust telling you a secret, and know you will have my back when I’m not around.
  • Caring and kind -I want to see my friends treated well, and wish to see them have compassion for others.
  • Self-Motivated -I want to see you do what’s “YOU” and be proud. I want friends on that level who are chasing dreams and pursuing a better life.

 

Evaluating my friend choices through childhood; I can see why my parents would want to know who my friends’ parents were. The influence is real.  Truly, good support from family and friends can improve mental health. Harmful habits are tempting when there is no bond to good habits (or not enough). Family can build you up for success or failure. Bonds to RELIABLE humans change the way we live. Instead of being around negativity, reach and hold on to those doing well and whom want well for you. Socialize and communicate, go hug a friend. 🙂

Be who you need to be even if no one else is on your page. Go after what your heart desires, because only you can make YOU truly happy. Make decisions and opinions yourself. YOU make YOU who you are.

Who do you want to be?