Thankful Change

‘Tis the season for me to be weird, acting in ways that are at first not clear,
Feeling depressed for no reason at all, besides what happens every year in Fall,
Looking forward to the time with family, clinging to my happiest memories,
Hoping that the dark cloud will no longer hang over me, knowing what brings it annually,
Yet still avoiding reality, allowing the nagging feeling to get the best of me,
Wanting to retreat, hiding from the season that reminds me of what I’m missing,
This year I think it will be different, hopefully I will not miss it,
The time that I used to love, the people who I never get sick of,
The traditions I have started new, the practices I still hold on to,
The music, games, and food, the whiskey that goes down smooth,
Adapting what I am used to, changing it to fit my mood,
Where time spent with loved ones holds more value than anything, reminding me of what the holidays mean,
I do not do this for the turkey, I am not excited for the indulging,
I am not warmed by the sense of gluttony, I am craving more than just gravy,
I want a holiday on which I feel whole again, one where I am surrounded by friends,
I crave a taste of home, I don’t want to be alone,
I need to be reminded of what I once loved, what the meaning of the holidays once was,
A gathering of loved ones around food and games, but the guest list has changed,
The table holds different faces, I have even taken a different place at it,
Times are changing, but one thing remains,
I am thankful for how I was raised, I am thankful for the holidays.

3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge: Day 2


I wish this was a passing thought,
And that I did not want to move on from what I’ve already got.
I wish there was a sense of satisfaction,
Where I could derive some direction,
From the actions that I am already taken.
I wish I had a reason to give,
All that I have to the choice to live,
Boldly as the best version of me,
That I have the capacity right now to see.
I wish I was satisfied,
With the statement “at least I tried,”
But there is something that will not die,
That is destroying me from the inside,
And refuses to let me find my guide.
I wish I was less tired,
And that my enthusiasm did not expire,
The longer I stick around the same place,
Allowing myself to further contemplate,
The fears that I have to face,
And the source of this never ending debate.
I wish I had the means to move on,
Since I have grown tired of this montomous song,
That I find to be dragging me down,
The longer I stay in the same town,
And the more I look around,
To find that I do not see what I once thought could be found.
I wish to change my reality,
And I want to do this completely,
Leaving nothing to describe the entirety,
Of how disappointed I am in me,
Since I am not truly seeing,
The truths behind these words I am speaking,
Allowing myself to continue sinking,
Into a place where I am not me.
I wish to move on,
To a place I did not come from,
In order to find something that will release this numb,
Consciousness to a reality that inspires,
Versus one that is set to expire,
With satisfaction the longer I lean in,
To find the familiar something on which I can depend.
I wish I did not feel lost when I do not wander,
And I wish there was more that I pondered,
Besides where I plan my next escape,
And the people I can meet who might be able to relate,
To this dissatisfaction with being stagnant,
And have somehow struck a balance,
Where they are free to travel,
And yet they are satisfied with their ramble,
Because it is on the road,
Where we truly feel at home.


The Challenge Rule Book:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
  3. Nominate three bloggers each day.


This challenge is by no means obligatory, it is for the fun of the experience. There is no deadline for completion. If you wish to participate, I nominate:

The Dihedral



I Manifest This Reality

I have the ability to ruin everything.
I have the capacity to not believe.
I have the curse of being less than what I want to perceive.
It is within my power to change my destiny,
And up to me to choose to receive,
All of this exaggerated negativity.
I look for what I am missing,
And select the dreams for which I am wishing,
Seeing only that there is so much more for me to accomplish,
And allowing myself to have an overwhelming complex,
About where I am going with every action I take,
And the pressure I apply in order to relate,
To the successes of others and the failures I practice,
And all of the reasons I feel like I lack this,
Proposed version of succsess,
And how I can be the best,
Version of myself,
Having this negativity no longer felt.
I choose to be disappointed,
And I allow my existence to feel pointless,
Since I do not see what I wanted so desperately,
And I cannot conceive how to just be me.
I choose to suffer through this existence,
Only increasing the distance,
Between me and everything I want to be,
Defining the confines of my reality.
I choose to see regret,
In everything I spent,
My life attempting to pursue,
And the mistakes I wish I could undo.
I have the opportunity to change,
But I would rather continue feeling dranged.
I have the chance to grow,
But I would rather have nothing to show.
I have the opening for success,
But instead I digress.

Please Make This Work

I am tired of this.
And once again I repeat myself.
I am tired of you.
For reasons that you can’t seem to tell.
I am tired of everything.
Since you never seem to lend support.
I am tired of helping you.
And everything that you fail to do…

I have no support.
When you were supposed to be my friend.
And I did everything I can.
I helped you get through.
And I watched everything you went through.
I was there lending support.
And you were there taking whatever was given…

I did not think it would result like this.
I never considered that you could sink this low.
Since I used to look up to you.
I thought you might have the answers.
I was sure that you could help me.
But instead I ended up living life for you…

I am exhausted.
And you do not help provide relief.
Since I escaped from my problems to yours.
And I am tired of trying.
You insist on your lies.
And I can no longer trust you.
But I want to trust that you are there for me…

I want to know that I am not alone.
I need this dependence to end.
But you can’t seem to understand where I come from.
Since you don’t see what I see.
And you refuse to believe in yourself.
It has becoming tiring to say the least.
And I think I no longer value your influence…

I am tired of what I have to say.
I need to move on.
Since I no longer want to blame you for my anger.
I no longer want to consider you a nuisance.
I want to value you.
And I want you to stop looking to me for support.
I want you to move on too…

And I want to feel no guilt about making the first move.
I want you to want this.
You need to begin again.
Since you no longer live like an adult.
And I’m not sure you ever did.
You speak words of experience.
But I cannot trust anything you say these days…

So I choose to see value in you.
And I choose to stand by your side.
But it is growing wearisome for me.
And you need to finally listen.
To the fact that I am approaching the end.
You will soon be cut off…

I don’t want this to end on bitterness.
But I need you to recognize what I am feeling.
I need you to be the friend I always was.
Or I need to realize that we never were friends to begin with.
But I don’t want that.
I want to support you.
But I need to support me too.

Happy Day Of Tradition

Today is different than it was in the past,
This holiday used to hold so much more,
But now it feels like it has already passed,
Because the people I crave are not here,
And the traditions I once had are no longer held dear.
I have grown and moved on from all of this,
But there is so much that I miss,
Like the company of my sister,
And the cooking habits of my mother,
The calming effect of my father,
And playing with the children of my brother.
I wish that I was still seated at the kid’s table,
With responsibility passed off to another,
Expected to only contribute as I am able,
Left to enjoy the bounties of someone else’s plunder.
But I am no longer that child,
And the traditions I have are changed,
With the family I have being scattered,
Leaving me with a sense of pain,
That holidays will never again be the same.
I will never again know the habits of my youth,
And I can never go back to the moments I miss the most,
Making holidays a chance to reinvent the truth,
Since I cannot recreate the feeling of those days I held so close.
They are now nothing more than vague memories,
And drinking appears to be my only remedy, so far,
That allows me to suppress the crushing weight of it all,
To carry on tradition and practice how my parents raised me,
And make holidays something that they once used to be.
But that is not possible and I must admit,
That they will never be the same no matter how much I wish,
I could go back and enjoy those times that I miss.
Change is ever happening and traditions are ever evolving,
Making holidays something that I love and dread,
Leaving me to make up traditions of my own instead,
Like dancing with the turkey and drinking away my day,
Inviting over friends to eat, dance, and play,
Homemade butter and cooking with my brother,
Smoking and listening to music,
While reaching out with a call to my mother,
Doing all the things that I was once not allowed to do,
When I was just a youth under my parent’s rule.
So here’s to tradition and changing it with permission,
From my father who loved this holiday the most,
And understood that thankfulness was paired well with a toast.

This One Is On You

This is not my problem,
Yet I constantly give in to collateral guilt.
This was not my choice,
Yet I refrained from speaking up and adding a voice.
This one is out of my hands,
Yet it is something that I cannot seem to escape.
I know the choice I made,
But I did not consider the potential consequences,
And I never considered that this is how it would play out,
I never thought that I should have a shade of doubt,
That you might be the one that brings me down.
Since you were always there for me in times of need,
And I always considered you the friend who I could believe,
Has had these experiences and witnessed the struggle,
And could provide me with words for a rebuttal,
That proves that I was meant to survive this,
And I have the strength to do it with grace.
You were the person I always called when I hit bottom,
And you were the one who I respected blindly,
Because I could see there was so much you understood,
And so much more you could help me through.
But now that the roles are reversed,
And I am left to be the one who provides you with the strength,
And the guidance that helps you navigate,
I am left in a debate of if I should have ever trusted you in the first place.
I wonder if I should have ever believed you,
Or see value in the things you went through,
Because they have all been skewed by your point of view,
Which is inexperienced and shallow,
And based off of speculation versus knowledge,
Blurred together to present a mirage,
Of a life you think you have lived,
Versus the one that we were both given,
With the same opportunity and the same chance,
To make this something worthwhile that will last,
With the same parents and the same lack of prestige,
And yet all of the same basic needs.
But you will not admit that you messed this chance up,
And you will not see the evidence of your mistakes,
Instead denying that they ever even took place,
Because admitting defeat seems to come naturally to you,
And that is something I never taught you to do,
But is something I learned from you,
And something I wish we didn’t do,
Because defeat is not a true portrayal of what we have been through.
It may be what you focus on,
And it may be what blinds you from seeing,
That I am working on winning and I continue believing,
That that is within you as well,
And that we have the potential to grow with what we were originally dealt.
So at this point the choice is yours,
I have done all I can do and I have said all I needed to say,
And I can do nothing more to influence you to change,
This was never my problem,
But I know you needed someone to assist you,
In the same way you once assisted me,
But the difference was that I actually believed,
In the words that you spoke and the intentions you shared,
But now I feel that that isn’t there,
You don’t share the same respect,
And you don’t have the same resolve,
That I once had to change it all.
So this is no longer my issue,
I pass this back to you,
Since there is one thing I learned is true —
Only you can really save you from the things you do.

I Want This To Be My Existence

There was a stillness in the air that I savored that morning,
A sense of peace that I inhaled as I stepped out onto my porch,
And a trust in the present that surprised me.
There was nothing on my mind besides the million thoughts that I constantly suppress,
And a breath where I realized I have nothing to worry about in this moment,
Where I caught the sun rise and it stopped me in my tracks,
All I could do was stare at the glory that something created long before me.
There was an awe that overwhelmed me and an involuntary reflex to stop,
And recognize that which I have no control over and the beauty that is born from that,
It was only just a moment but it felt like I could stand there for an eternity,
Taking in the sun waking up the world and all the possibilities it holds.
It is that stillness that I miss and I crave and wish that I could witness every day,
Because it is that moment where I have no other thoughts,
And I am subject to stop and listen to what the world is saying,
Even if there are no words being spoken,
I listen even harder as if there are secrets I am not hearing,
And believe that if I can just stay still for one moment longer I might begin to hear them,
Thinking that if I can listen then maybe I can learn,
From the whisper in the trees and the rustle in the grass,
That which will help me make all this struggle pass.
So I stopped instinctively and I inhaled deeply,
Taking in a moment that usually escapes me,
With the buzzing of my phone and the pressure to respond,
Allowing others to constantly interrupt my thoughts,
And thoughts to remain incomplete,
As I light another smoke and submit to this defeat of distraction,
And mental frustration and a sense of never growing,
Since I don’t take enough moments like these,
And I will diagnose my own disease that does not allow me to be free,
Which makes me unable to stop and think,
Before getting distracted by something I don’t need or want,
And allow myself to derail this very thought,
That I could care so much more if all I had to watch were sunrises.

A Millennial Choosing A Career

I think that I can actually do this,
Although I won’t claim that it is my calling,
It was more something I fell into,
And something that is proving I was meant to do,
Because this appears to come naturally,
The ability to organize and deceive,
Those who are surrounding me,
Making them believe that I know what I am doing,
And that is something that I will continue proving,
As I learn and experience the things that are hard to itemize,
Growing and expanding a resume I never aimed to comprise,
Yet having this feeling that it is all coming together,
In ways that I never expected when perceiving my own disaster,
Of work experience and doing what I had to do to get by,
Yet never giving anything I do an honest try,
Because I was too preoccupied with the conflict raging inside,
Telling me that this is not my destiny,
And I was meant to be more if I truly believe,
But I am coming to terms that it might be true,
That this is what I was meant to do,
It is what comes easily and what I was educated on fully,
Making it the obvious choice for what I should be doing,
While realizing that if this is what I did without trying,
There are far more possibilities that I have been denying,
So what if I committed to this today,
And finally gave it a try in my own way,
I could realize the chance I have,
To live a life that fits me and the person I want to be,
While using that which comes naturally.

A Thankless Task

I hate that I have hate for you,
Because the truth is that I truly love you.
I hate that you do these things that you do,
Because the truth is that I have more faith in you,
Then you seem to ever gather,
And you never seemed to believe,
That you are someone who can change it all around,
Because you are never willing to put your head down,
In an effort of focus and a practice of self-discipline,
Recognizing and allowing your true feelings in,
Of regret and disappointment,
Allowing yourself to feel some guilt for the things you forgot,
While you were drinking and smoking your life away,
And delaying your opportunity to convey,
The dreams you once had for this life.

But I am coming to the realization now,
That you might have never had dreams then or now,
And you might have just been scraping by,
Waiting for the next opportunity to get high.
I might have misplaced my faith,
And you were always destined for this fate,
Of destitution and disablement,
Unable and complacent.
I am beginning to think that you always struggled,
And that I am harping on old issues for which you have no rebuttal,
Because you have never tried to change,
And I am the first to make you face your pain,
Leaving me in the role of the older sibling,
Allowing you the chance to listen,
To the struggles and experiences I have been through,
And the things that they could teach you.

But you don’t want to listen,
And I am beginning to lose faith in you,
Because you continue to do the things you always do.
Leaving me to debate if my efforts are worth it,
And if I saving someone who deserves it,
Since again and again I extend a helping hand,
And again and again I am burned in the end.
So here is your last chance for redemption to see,
Or at least I think it will be,
That you are taking me for granted,
And I will no longer be taken advantage,
Because you will be cut off,
And I will do it without a fifth thought.

Our Own Worst Enemy

How do introductions among women still begin or end with descriptions of their men —
Hi, how are you? What are the things you like to do? And who are you attached to?
How did our attachment become a simple fact,
So that we no longer hold value of our own,
And we need someone else to bring the bacon home.
Or even if we have the ability to pay for dinner ourselves,
How do our men still come up in conversation over it?
What does it matter who you are dating or attached to?
I don’t know them, I know you.
I honestly don’t give a fuck about the things they may do.
I asked about you and what you do.
I might be bitter from a lack of attachment,
Or I may be upset about the support that I lack,
But really what irks me is that we as a collective can’t seem to speak without relating it back,
To the images we are trying to break free from with our independence,
And the actions we took to prove our ability to be everything a man can be,
But the fact of it being that when I ask a man those same questions —
How are you? What are the things you like to do? —
They cut me off before I can even assume that there is someone they are attached to.