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Not being able to move

It’s some terribly wrong with my ability to move forward. I was turned down from a job because of my past and its nothing related to the job and I am going to look into that as well. It I am just bummed out all this talent and no one wants to give me an opportunity. Putting my energy into business doesn’t pay the Bill’s right now so it hard for me to keep going with it right now. I try so hard. I’m just tired of all the dead ends…I am sure I should be working for myself. No one could had my value at a job any ways. I just have no support to get going. Of course my boyfriend is off with his friends on his day off but in the same breath wants me to get his non for profit started and going but who am I going to talk to about this. Am I a one woman army with seven kids all home for the summer. My back is completely against the wall and I am just stressed. I needed to write about it Hope’s I’d get out this bed, stop the fucking mobile phone games and live my life. I’m thinking maybe I should take a long bath and read. I’m thinking maybe I should start planning phases for donations or working on my dream board or maybe just paint with the kids. Of course they make me better, my two oldest went to the store and got food and fed the kids and cleaned up for the day. That felt good. Maybe I am just being hard on myself. I deserve this. I needed this. I just feel guilty for it.

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When I become the moon
Darkness crashes as it waves
Ocean side erode
Capsized by the pain
Wet drifts
Casting further into what is
Built from the bright
Taking down darkness
Twilight
Full belly of moon
Shedding ready to grow a day old again
Tomorrow a better night…

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Life’s a Beach

Almost…the touch

Cold wet

In awe of what it took

The grid and wetness

The wetness

At my feet

Not one tear

As I look

Just reflecting

Correcting me

No regrets

Clean blues set…

Owning me

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Expression

Its important to vent and Express your feelings. My outlet seems to be writing but I also find other ways to expre6myself under different circumstances. I dance, write, edit photos, and my new found expression is painting. I enjoy being different yet transparent. I enjoy my truths and philosophies. I in touch with who I am but not so much how. Expressing myself and looking back allows be the best shot at find myself. Expression is important, it’s your responsibility. Creative endlessly!!

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Word on a wave
Conclave conviction with infinite space
The essence of taste
Lyrical paradigm of pain
Phasing in and out of stanzas
To haiku the means
Screaming how you do me
Trying to clear myself
Worshipping the moments I go in
Like I am hypnotically
Transitioning well
On these waves I vibe
Concrete words when I speak heavy I end up dropping the mic….

Thanks for the inspiration Benard…

-hearttress

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Some more dope poetry

Give me my peace please
Solitude breathing relief
Shadows off my feet
Suggest I carry a heavy load without bags I keeep
Folding deep tucked into my intuitions
I been hinting, every single moment
I let in the venting, thru me
Rant wildly as I the trim away the lies
Despise none, I am the beautiful mind
I don’t mind perplexing
The flex in an ego
Low and behold
The truth became my hero
Releasing every question lingering
Dangling over their actions
Yes fuck it up
I will allow it!!!
Now I’m crafting
Every move made
Pond or duck which way
Wild goose
Head chopped off, running wild
Crash and burn but not on me
Stressing the word
Wombman and they’re laughing at me
Never listened
Lost ends that still bow to me
Open depiction
On how my crown fits me
Every jewel, a halo of my wise movements
Directing with my words more than I been moving
Checkmate, a lioness will feast!
Flipping flaws and auras
Attracting beings
Meditation leveled up
Hearing me, I spoke to my god
Highest priestess,
Consistently improving my aura, my space, coming clean….
The dirtying beast!-Hearttress11-10-18

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Social Media Cleanse

Yesterday, I got up got ready to work like all other days. Started working and all of a sudden, I am being let go due to lack of needs. Just like that unemployed but not shocked. Didnt I see this coming with the reduced hours throughout the entire month. Not realizing CVS closing stores would effect my job. How didnt I listen to my gut and try harder to find another job.

I immediately applied for other positions and recieved a good amount of responses back. I just couldnt bring myself to respond, like what if the same thing happens. Then there is the part of me that just chants fight. Do the soul searching you were going to do the day before you knew about this.

My intentions the day before this happened was to find me and what I really want and stop including love or my relationship and consider being selfish. Drink more water and leave out the alcohol. At a glimpse it seems easy and it is. I erased social media from my phone and I only function on sites that promote my art and thoughts. So I hang on to a few site along with LinkedIn, which is more professional and I am focusing on me. A woman of so many talents and still none discovered or appreciated. How do I get back to me before children and love? How do I become selfish. I have to cleanse my body from social media, alcohol, and one day meet. So I read, clear into the night. My current book is the autobiography of Assata Shakur and I am running through it as of i am in her shoes.

The book interesting but depressed me more, makes me realize how much hell I bought these seven children into but I’m proud they’re handling themselves well for four children with their Dad imprisoned, my fiftth’s dad come to find out thru his current girlfriend he’s been caught naked with other men, and my last two happy and still worry free, not old enough to know just soaking up their surroundings. My first four make me proud. Their father has over 12 children, (in which all but two while he was with me) and out of all of them, they seem to lead them in some strange way. However we love thousands of miles from there, I couldnt bring my children up in a town I’d come to view as a circus because of what I allowed to happen to me for love. So much to reflect on and I can only type so fast.

However, the cleanse is allowing to face life, still not to interested in television I watch movies here and there when I have time.

I went and picked up plants for the house and concrete to make modern artistic flower pots. I am just touching on some of what I do but the list is long.

  • Mother of seven
  • CNC certified operator
  • Paralegal
  • Licensed Insurance Adjustor
  • Learning to code for website development
  • Fina chic online store owner
  • Wake up your city, mentor and administer
  • Looking for a job, newly added to my list
  • Rookie customs tshirt printing and more
  • Hair charms
  • Creative Kookie, new idea
  • And so much more shit, by yours truly

Do I really have time to be cleanse? Yes…the mornings and nights in solitude I sharpen my logic on things and remind myself to drink water when I think alcohol will fix my pain..

Everytime I feel stressed out I think I need a drink when really I’m just making a excuse. Although I was no alcoholic, I definitely had a beer or two almost every night. I’m walking up on day two and I said fuck beer, give me vodka.

So yes I drink last night. Just cause I had to cook..when I cook i like to drink. It helps me mellow out and get it done. Yes and i am a great cook as well..even Thought about selling dinners..so this cleanse is good but failed but will prevail.

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Mental Illness in the Air

Small circles form as I breath

inside-out…
suffocating my energy,
hold my nose and mouth.
Walking thru foul thoughts and feelings of my peers,
doubting my self for years,
never crediting the vibe…I feel…
Hearing disturbing thoughts whenever they come around.
Does it change me, no it influences me,
possessing me in the moment, fooling my character into cater to their feelings.
disturbing thoughts, I thought were my own til I began to speak,
they’re enlightened and shocked…consistent in their thoughts.
I move forward…now I know it wasn’t me.
I can feel it, quiet in the conversation, taking in everything.