It’s on a need to know basis
I spent a lot of my life trying to explain my actions
However everything magnetizes to me like I’m an attraction
Everything’s always been quite extreme
Carrying, varying bags so full they burst at the seems
Once I’ve learned it I grow stagnant….
I want it all won’t settle for a fragment
I’m such an extrovert
I want to share every new thing I learn with every person I meet….
Yet I’m also such an introvert I need to retreat
I’ve always had an appetite for life
and I need to eat
My feet need to meet with the beat of the street
You cannot learn to the level I seek by remaining still and accepting meek
allowing time to slip by…
second by second
week by week…
I went to write the caption to this post and the above pondering poem came out so I will just leave it right there. Followed with this flow of thought below…Continue reading
I feel things.
I always have.
Maybe it’s because I’m a scorpio.
Maybe it’s just me.
Maybe it is part of my destiny?
I have also had to learn to release things.
I have had to learn to release my grip on life and people.
Release things that no longer serve me and my higher good.
I don’t always know what that is but I know my soul does.
Sometimes the release is a good cry.
Sometimes it’s making wild love. (Also scorpio in me)Continue reading
It’s not always so easy to forget
I never ever thought there would come a time that I would get over my ex let alone find someone who could be as kind, romantic, playful and gentle. I felt like no one could ever ‘fill his shoes’ the bar had been set pretty high… and it wouldn’t even be fair to anyone to attempt a relationship. The few times I tried I ended things quickly just feeling discouraged. I considered myself lucky to had even had the opportunity to have a love like I had with my ex.
I felt these things and this way because I wasn’t yet fully healed.Continue reading
Want to see a major shift in your life? Try replacing “I’m sorry” with “Thank you”.
I don’t know if it’s an over all Canadian thing….being from the land of bumping into car doors and apologizing… lol but some how I became that “I’m sorry” person. It came as a surprise to me as most of my younger life you’d be hard pressed to hear me apologize for anything. But eventually I chose to learn about both accountability and forgiveness. But here’s the thing, sometimes we can end up swaying too far and become over accountable.
But too much apologizing also leads to a negative mindset of self…a self blame mentality…and even a hyper focus on self.Continue reading
Well, it’s certainly been a while! But I’m back!
I’m not going to get into the ins and outs of whats transpired over the past few years yet (how ever I fully intend to!)
I’ve started sharing my poetry and creations on instagram as @Writings_of_an_ex_Mrs so that should give you a little glimpse as to where things are at now. How ever do not be misled I am no longer an EX and I have literally been on the most epic of poetic love stories I have yet to hear. I’m super pumped to start sharing it with you all.
One of the biggest changes ahead is coming in April 2021 when we (my partner Leon…well, actually FIANCE and I) start the digital nomad journey full time (we travelled to 13 countries together in 2019 prior to Covid hitting, after meeting through the Instagram poetry community!) He’s from England and yes fully equipped with that amazing accent….you can take a sneak peak here for some quick catch up and a major write up in the description section if you’d like …….
We have started sharing little clips to the You Tube shorts section since we filmed a lot of footage to share with our Instagram followers so why not start sharing that before we start with our fuller videos in April!
How is everyone doing!? Let me know in the comments if you’re still around and see this!
I will posting on a consistent basis from here on in and I will be doing some editing to my blog aesthetic too.
It’s been thirteen years,
It was a year that
I realized my fears
A year that I thought
I may drown in my own tears
The memory of it
On my heart
burned so deep
I felt abandoned
And Scarred Continue reading
It’s been a while….
She learns how to become a cook
How to become a runner
Promises on how to become a better lover
All from just skimming the cover…
She falls for it
Stumbling on the shoestrings
Of her sneakers
That in reality,
just make her meeker
And….shall I even say
Like a beacon
Of society that says
Here I am…
Look at me
I take notice
I read the cover Continue reading
She drifted there
The water gently caressing the known
Carrying her down the suppressed river
Recollections of her life made her shiver
She arose from her reverie,
Her backside wet from dismay
Her river of tears on display Continue reading
The air was frigid
Pungent with must
Odors of mold
Abandoned and untold
From her bleeding lips
Her wobbly hips