Another year,

Another moment to hope

Things will change

Always more people

Who could better their ways

Lurking issues

That need to fade away

Situations lingering

That should go on their way

Spiraling addictions

That should break and shatter

Another year,

Another moment to foolishly hope

Anything will change

For the year may be new,

But everything else

Is old

The old year falls away like crimson leaves

Abandoned memories, buried in the sheaves

Fueled by grief the bonfire’s high

With relief we wave goodbye

New sun climbs high over pyres smoke

With hope renewed this morning woke

We face the year with shining eyes

Tell ourselves more soothing lies.

Our world is run by men. It is every woman's choice whether she wants to play in to their world or fight against it. It is your choice whether you want to be what everyone wants you to be, it's your choice if you don't want to ruffle any feathers. Your life will be easier, your life might even be happier. Or you can choose the other option and fight back. You can march for your rights, protest until you are paid, back down for nothing, fight for yourself and half of the world. You will be knocked down again and again. Your life will be harder, maybe even more unhappy, but there's a possibility that some young woman in the future won't have to make this choice. There's a chance you change the world. Every woman has to make a choice. My advice to you, make the right one.

You cannot be afraid;

Not because fear leads to weakness,

But because fear is what allows for a lack of control.

You must stand strong in your beliefs.

You must use your own power to empower others

Because creating a united force

Will overwhelm the others.

You have to showcase your beauty

In all that you do.

But not physically,

With makeup and fancy clothes.

You must portray your beauty

Within your words and your attitude.

Beauty is more often remembered

When it is heard, not seen.

1. Let no one own you

2. Make your own rules

3. Support your friends too

4. Don’t fall for fools

5. Stand up for victims

6. Don’t be afraid

7. The girl who works hard wins

8. Please never fade!

#girls #feminism #future #motivation #poem

there were things that I thought were just ours

and then you told me out of the blue

"enough, you can't use this anymore"

and I thought

"funny, how deep the arrow goes, and how much blood is on the floor right now"

they were just thoughts, but they hurt just as sharp

the more I try to

understand

the more confusion

I tend to bring

upon myself

I just want to feel

and not overthink

as I get older

mystery-

is nothing more

than a mindfuck

I want transparency

that is where the

core of honesty

truly exists

the smell of heated skin

in that deep spot in his neck

my fingers spreading on his chest

pulsating heartbeats

setting the rhythm

all is left now

is to dance

I used to believe I would never hate

that I would grow up and become

a warrior of love and peace

I would travel and preach about the goodness of love

and the downfalls of hate

and then I met you

you taught me how to love

with all my heart

how to merge souls with one another

constantly feelins as though we

danced together in the bright moonlight

we would talk and talk

unfiltered.

you taught me how to shed the skin

of who I was and become

someone I wanted to be.

and then.

you left.

you taught me that the line between love and hate is so much smaller than I thought.

how easy it is to walk that line

hating someone you merged with.

then you taught me that i didn't hate you

but i hated me

for letting you teach me

what hate was

Hate.

I hate.

I hate me.

You hate.

You hate me.

Everybody hates.

Everybody hates me.

I hate everybody.

“Hate” is a powerful word; vicious, cruel and ugly. Hate is a cancer. Hate is also a construct of our human nature. But does it have to be so all consuming? Hate hurts people, often beyond repair. It destroys relationships, definitely beyond repair. It stagnates progress, so that any repair is compromised. Over the many years spent as a human on this cruel, hateful planet, I have witnessed and even participated in my share of hate.

Most of my hate is directed at the asshole in the mirror, but that’s another tale.

To hate requires effort. It means that we remain so invested in a thing, a person, or idea that we willingly feed it with thought, concern, reflection, retribution - whatever - to keep it festering and alive. To hate is to continue to give over our personal power to someone or something we deem despicable. To hate is exhausting.

Consider, if you will, the concept of indifference. How freeing would it be to simply not give that hated entity another second of our precious time? How liberating would it feel to expend the mental energy formerly reserved for hating on creativity or self improvement? How satisfying would it be to reclaim our power for our own purposes instead of expending it on the futility that is hate?

Indifference, you may ask. Not caring, one way or another. Not thinking, either good or bad. Not hating, but permanently retiring, putting to rest, and burying that which has eaten away at our minds, souls, and lives. Hell no, it’s not easy. But it is an option - an option that with any consideration and effort, positive effort, will allow us to move forward as a better person, a stronger person because we have restored the effort that we spent on hatred back to ourselves to spend on whatever our heart desires. Just imagine the satisfaction of crossing paths with an individual who was formerly hated, but since we have buried that hatred, we can honestly ask, “Oh, you still exist?”

But of course the choice remains; talk about hate, write about hate, live in hate, hate the hate, but ultimately be eaten alive by the cancerous, festering beast that leaves us alone, empty, and ...hated.