xylopoet

All’s well that ends well. This start of my story says that my therapist appointment went quite excellent. I processed a ton of negative emotions, &, blossomed in my maturity. I spoke about how my senses are a driving source building my future. A brilliant future that mustn't have residual remnants of the impurities my partnership had in it during previous eras. In order for that to be the case, I must state my boundaries. No phone addiction, no sketchy people, no misinformation fed to me. Only honesty in Truth, acting in accordance with our shared heartsong. I hated being submissive to a power imbalance, but hey, what is the best improv actress supposed to be, when the alternative is much worse. I didn’t wanna lose one of my many Loves, until I did, then I gained the clarity necessary to keep on carrying on. I’m serious when I say my ex’s cell phone was pistol whipped out to me, and I hated being a member of the intentional community. Too many troubled people infected our harm...

Today, I have an online meeting with my therapist. In my diary, I’d like to share what I will be sharing in session. This is so my partnership is clear from past negative trauma, and I can return to my intrinsic state of being a lover of life.  What’s going on with me is that once I quit smoking, my intuition has delivered me the news that a reunion with my partner is in the making. That is in fact what is meant for me, in the purpose of my life story. It’s excellent, as floating in and out of our togetherness has been a theme for quite some time, and I wanna be ready to let bygones be bygones. In order to do that, tho, I must rant on here for a bit. The style of our partnership was simple - I will say, “yes and” to any and everything, as we make our ways through our shared world. And I proved my worth in that, even when times were stupid. What really happened at the instance of our falling out, was that the one narrative he kept feeding me about his solo poly lifestyle got way out...

I’ve been scrolling through my past timelines and diaries, reminiscing fondly on how good memories are all I have. I mean, I only make positive expressions of my heart, and that’s reflective in my poetic narratives and photography. That’s the key to enjoying life - create the joy you wish the world to be. Be the reason you believe in Life as Love. I got uplifting messages early in existence and pursued them in my journey. Now, I have bouquets of heavenly material to carry me through this walk of breathing time.  I’m still out of what to say. Is there anything left to tell? The universe takes care of my nature so I know I am in good hands. I’m racking my brain for what to write. I have shed my scorpion cloak to a new condition; I am proud to declare that all I’m doing is waiting for my new apartment to come through. Until then, it’s nothing for me here. Yesterday I said this. Now echoing myself like the polly parrot bird owl I am. When I am settled into my new place, the one that be...

feminist quote “I am at my clit’s end. [wits end]” Today, it’s not that I am really confused or worried any more… Praise the lawd, my education and experience over the course of time have alleviated me from my female hysteria. I am, however, at a crossroads of my jaded state. I’m honestly bored with drawing sigils, as my points are clear and well received. And I feel out of topics to write about, since my ideas have all been expressed. Do you realize I’ve been doing this now for my entire life, literally… I’m just vibing for my next era. The boredom is engulfing me. When there is nothing left to say, what do I do? I’ve gone on a milli woods walks and runs, feel satiated by music, have no place to go and no one to see… this is truly a simple little kind of free. But my in between dreams time here at my mothers apartment is a fact of my life. Whether I want it or not, it is what it is. There’s a difference between being in Transcendental Meditation and being lazy. I don’t wanna rest on t...

“To love someone is to attend a thousand funerals of the people they used to be.”                                                                                                                                  -Proverb  I was devastated when I had to drop off my wardrobe at thrift shops around Jersey. My old clothes don’t fit like they once did, hanging like ghosts, of the people I’ve been. My modeling outfits, my multiple identities in one, all my beloved desires gone when I had to squeeze my life into my moms one bedroom apartment, post breakthrough. The green corduroy jacket I wore my first night doing standup comedy; my tye-dye vans shoes; my unique dresses ...

Oak wearing you oh so well sharing auras in heaven or hell before this shore you score  fine fruit but my title pursuit:  your sweetest, lil angel dude. feel it real number one, hon she sees stars from the past yet I always knew all that love you do could still ring true; every time rose eyes bleam blue, orange, pink and green everything you seem could be my fantasy our real deal, my moonbeam. want you to play all your songs in one show with me, dripping paint stains in the sky we breathe, with some poetry acting like our backyard won a Grammy. i learn daily them teachers told us we’d sport a win with halo twins & discover that boo as the fin my hair swims in. i think you’re like ink my pens pour & the tint this flesh’s for you are every ring within  my bone home proving this day and age rippling as many marks on her heart spelling start with art & our part, these times we're casting shines between all lines so behind closed doors Truth is: i’m all yours.