Category: Self esteem

Thursday Thoughts

Meme - I am Done

I avoid politics.

I really don’t want to have the discord in my soul that politics brings. However, I have found myself being drawn into the fray a lot more lately.

I purposely did Fighting Ignorance as a volume of political poetry because I found myself actually mad about the political issues that were coming out.

I remember thinking that everyone was pushing me to have opinions on politics when I was trying to survive being a young adult in a world that was trying to destroy me. So I refused to get involved. It did the opposite of what everyone was trying to do.

I wanted nothing to do with the news, because it would add more stress on an already tired me. Terrorism was not the people who came from a far to change my country…it was the nightly news telling me that humans were doing such awful things to each other.

I now see the political climate and wonder why we are going backwards. I read a new bill that will make voting harder for those who are like me. My birth certificate and my drivers license have two different names. My name was changed as a child. It was supposed to be changed on my birth certificate as well and due to a paperwork snafu it was not.

I keep seeing more political issues that make me feel like this country is not a safe place for me to live in, and I have no ability to do anything about it. This is why I hate politics. It engenders fear.

I am going to keep hoping for things to turn out well, I will be voting…even if my voice is probably not going to be heard.(1 live in a red state and with the electoral college in place only 51% of the vote is needed to make the choice. So my voice is likely to be unheard.)

I don’t like politics and I don’t like that I have no voice in the way my life is going to be run.

Terrorism is not always an external thing. Sometimes it’s the nightly news telling you world events.

Thursday Thoughts

Meme - Overthinking

I think I am misunderstood. Several times lately I have had to explain my desires for Fae Corps.

We don’t generally take erotica…but it is mostly because we do a lot of children’s books and marketing both of them for a small publishing firm is nearly impossible.

The whole reason for Fae corps is because I love books and it is so hard to get your foot in the door as an indie author. The only thing that I limit is the erotica and gore for the sake of gore. I really just try to publish good stories by good people.

I like the idea of seeing unique representation of marginalized or obscure groups. I love publishing poetry that makes people feel or think. I am a sucker for a good kids book, and I would love to publish litrpg stories and or guides. I have a weakness for horror and mystery, sci fi and romance…pretty much anything that is an enjoyable read.

I can’t say that I have some kind of specific thing Fae Corps Publishing is specifically known for. I don’t know if I would want it to be. I feel like there is a lot of Indie firms that are particular. I just want to see good books out im the world.

Thursday Thoughts

Thursday Thoughts
Meme - Overthinking

I am not quiet about my mental illness. I sit and listen to others who need me as often as I can. Mostly because I feel like I am often not heard myself. I scramble to speak, and I am as precise in my language as I can be…because words are important…But there are days when the words leave me.

Sometimes It is easier to advise others than to listen to what you yourself need to hear.

And lately I am finding the words harder than I would like to admit. I have had to make choices for my own mental wellbeing that have left me drained.

So, Like so many others I seek the happy chemicals on the internet. Scrolling, and wishing it was a easy thing to just choose to be happy.

I have work to do.

I refuse to let those who depend on me down. So, I have had my moping period…And now I am done. I have my own plans for what life should be. I have happiness that I will seek out.

So…If you catch me moping again, know it will pass.

I am not here to sit upon a dead ass and be miserable.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Lost Notes

By

Patricia Harris

My voice used to sing
A tune of wonder and
The highest moments
Of love for life…

Somehow I have
Lost Notes in my song,
My beat is off and I
Fear that the song no longer
Hits the notes
I once was capable of.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Behind the mirror

By

Patricia Harris

Could I be like Alice
Walking through the looking glass?
And if I did would it make my troubles
Bigger or would it make them small?

What is there that we cannot see
On the other side of the mirror
from me?

Though the idea calls to the
Adventurous part of my soul,
I remember the faery tales of old.
If you go uninvited to the places
Where they play,
A heavy price they may take.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Grief

By

Serena Mossgraves

Wallowing,
in the darkness
allowing the weight
to hold you down…

Perchance it is death
in the moment,
only you have forgotten
how to drown?

when even the breath
is more than you know
how to release,
How is it possible to
find peace in grief?

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Perspective

By

Patricia Harris

Every person has a unique way
To say the truth as they see it,
Somehow it always seems to be
The same thing said differently.

Perhaps the world is all using
The same vocabulary
And only the perspective
Has changed.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Closed Minded

By

Patricia Harris

The problem with humanity is
not everyone has a mind open
to ideas of compassion and kindness…

the mind is not is not fitted with a door
meant to close in the things that don’t
fit the whole world seen within…
instead we have eyes and ears
that are supposed to be used to observe
all that the world is prepared to
throw at the unobservant kind.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Human Shaped Verse

By Patricia Harris

Humanity is but another
Unknown thing
Making the poets speak.
All about the possibility
Never understanding the truth.

Someday I will speak instead about
How much I understand
All the things that make humans
Poetry.
Even then I will be wrong,
Definition is impossible.

Vaguely unreal is as close in
English as I might be capable.
Referring to the entire race
Somehow as having any voice
Even though they don’t understand themselves.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Kids say the Strangest Stuff

By Patricia Harris

Why do we grow out
Of saying the most fun
Things that can come to mind?

Hurry up and save the toothbrush,
Avoid the trip to the planet
Made of stench and stinky feet…
Be made of turtles if you need to.
Why did you stop talking to
The monsters in the closet anyway?

Kids understand the world,
The wonders that keep it alive…
So though they say some of
The strangest things,
I think the kids see more than
Anyone else does in a lifetime.

*Poet’s note. This is absolutely inspired by my friend Jenny’s Dante. She messaged me three things that he said and it reminded me of the moments when my kids were little…and I realized that kids have a magic that we tend to forget by the time adulthood comes.