Inspired by a man telling me he changed his accent because he "hates his roots". What happens when we don't like where we're from? Do we stay or run away? Or find a balance? This poem grapples with just that ✨
Sometimes we make the same mistakes over and over and over...until we learn the lesson once and for all.
I never realized what an impact having an audience would be until I atually had one. Before joining a writing group and performing at regular open mics, I had been writing on my own a and for the vast world of the interwebs. Receiving genuine appreciation in person carries such a different energy, which has expanded my creative potential beyond measure. Thank YOU for watching - your support is what empowers me to keep sharing 💜
When we're navigating difficult emotions, it's easy to feel like they'll never end. It can be incredibly empowering to recognize that feelings and emotions are temporary. We won't be sad, mad, glad forever. And this is a blessing!
I originally wrote this poem for the theme "magic". Is magic made or magic found? BOTH!
I find myself more and more often in solitude...and not being bothered by it. Yes, I still get lonely from time to time, but it's not the guilt-ridden "oh my gosh I should be socializing right now" feeling that used to plague me. I'm perfectly content being alone, so long as I'm entertained by my - or others' - creatives pursuits.
Confession: I don't actually read much poetry 🤫 I enjoy being a bit DRAMATIC with it all though!
The writer's perpetual plight: words upon words that will never see the light. Are you a writer? Can you relate?
Vedic Astrology (which is different from the Western astrology that is popular in the US!) has been incredibly eye opening for me. Something I've enjoyed learning is how rooted in FUN and childlike joy I am (according to the planets). If nothing else, it's given me some peace of mind about what I do and do not enjoy doing. AND it's encouraged me to pursue activities that truly light me up - including writing and performing silly poems like this one!
Have you ever felt yourself struggling to make a decision, pondering repeatedly over which route to take? Of course - we all have. Sometimes, though, it's best to let go and trust that, no matter what happens, we will be okay ✨
If the Golden rule is, "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all", why don't we apply that to the thoughts we tell ourselves?
Do you ever find yourself mentally spiraling and trying to remind yourself to stop, breathe, and just...BE?! Me too...I hope this helps!
What do birthdays mean to you? How do you celebrate? Did you romanticize that special day when you were a child? Or did you hate the extra attention?
As a highly sensitive person, I tend to get hurt preeeetty easily. When I stop and really reflect on why the other person behaved the way I did, I'm able to offer myself consolation and usually forgive the person much faster.
PSA: check on your friends who live alone! Loneliness strikes all of us from time to time, in some seasons more than others, but no one is immune.
I find that on my happiest days, I tend to have the hardest time writing. I’m too busy frolicking out and about or simply savoring the present moment to get wrapped up in words 🌸
Do you have a white knuckle grip on your goals but constantly wonder why they haven't happened yet? (or is it just me...? 😅 ) I've been advised to keep taking action towards our goals but ultimately surrender the outcome. That's what this poem is about: surrendering to Higher forces and trusting that if we open our hearts and souls, we WILL inevitably find the right path ✨even if it's not necessarily wanted or expected.
I've never been prone to cursing. As a teenager, I considered myself a "good" girl and didn't want to use such words. The boys in school would even censor themselves around me because they said I was a lady 💕 I no longer view swearing as "wrong" or "bad", but I still don't often engage with the practice.
I work diligently to try to hone my intuition, yet sometimes it still feels elusive. Deep down, though, I believe we all know what is good for us and what isn't. So this poem is my declaration to honor that feeling, even (and especially!) when it doesn't seem to make logical sense. ✨
I wrote this poem after I'd been on an absolute roll for several months - feeling like I was really building momentum, really flourishing. Then I took a trip, and when I came back...the momentum was lost. It took months to get back to my baseline - and it felt totally unfair! Almost a year after writing it, I finally finished and published the poem.
At a conscious level we may think we've forgiven people and mistakes of our past, but could there be more that lives below the surface? ✨
I wrote this poem in response to the theme "alternate realities and parallel universes". I'm not typically sci-fi / fantasy prone, so I initially felt totally stumped by the topic. Until I realized: we all could have alternate realities. So I wrote a poem about it! What are your "what ifs"? PSA: I do believe asking "what if" is much healthier and more inspiring with regards to our future rather than our pasts. I hope you listen to the full poem and feel that message come through 🙏
People often ask how I got into poetry, assuming I've been writing my whole life. Truthfully, I have been writing my whole life - but not always poetry. I've always loved to write, but it took a looong time before I actually did something with it besides the usual assignments at work or in school. How I found spoken word was really a glorious happenstance of being in the right place at the right time - and ACTING on the nudge to create ✨
Ever been frustrated by a distraction outside of your control? Help your mental health by choosing amusement over anger. It helped me at least! Check out the poem for the full story.
I wrote this poem originally as an expression of my deep frustration trying to actualize my potential. I didn't anticipate sharing with the world, but here it is! Posting at the risk of sounding like a shameless plug for myself... But really...I am looking to collaborate with anyone who may be interested in joining forces for creative projects. I have been searching for musicians in particular - I would love someone to compose music to suit my spoken poetry!
I've never understood cynicism. I'd rather be "wrong" and happy than right and miserable any day.
Sometimes it feels empowering to use our lows to fuel our art. Other times, it just feels like too much. Too much to handle…first I have to fight the battle; then I can process it creatively.
I often come up with excuses for myself as to why I haven’t yet done all of the things I know I’m capable of. At the end of the day, though, it really comes down to the actions I choose to take on a daily basis. Have you ever felt like you have potential but no plan? Same…
Inspired by the theme “Great Escapes” presenting at a writing workshop. Here is my take on my favorite, perhaps unexpected, vice.
While bemoaning my bad habits and lack of a defined plan, a mentor gave me a nugget of wisdom that I turned into this poem.
We have the gift of autonomy as women in our current society. Yet sometimes this blessing can become a burden when we forget how to reach out to others for guidance.
One of my favorite poems to date. It addresses the ever popular experience of “imposter syndrome.” Though some of the verbiage is geared towards women, the message is fully applicable to anyone :)
This is a poem for the days you feel powerless. We ALWAYS have a choice (if nothing else, at least in our attitude).
Would've, could've, should've. It's so easy to fall into the trap of "shoulds", berating ourselves for making the "wrong" choice. A remedy to combat these pesky thoughts can be found in a simple concept - which is described in this poem.
A little curiosity can go a long way :) Enjoy!
“Do as I say, not as I do.” A poem in which I call myself out for baking orders at people without consistently heeding my own warnings.
My ultra-creative friend inspired this poem as he mused about never losing our childlike sense of wonder.
Has someone ever told you that you inspired them to do something, but the thing they did was something you personally always wanted to do? So then you resented the fact that you encouraged them in the first place? It happens…
At the end of the day, though, comparison doesn’t get us far: being each other’s cheerleaders actually does.
Staying present and “in the moment” is hugely important for inner peace. At the same time, I do believe there is great power in free flowing thought. This poem narrates my back and forth between the necessity of thoughts and the importance of presence.
Ever wish you could hit rewind after blurting something out unfiltered? And then proceed to obsess about it for days on end?
Happens to the best of us...
I’ve always loved (freestyle) dancing but felt intimidated by coordinated or partner dances. That all changed when I took up Latin dancing, which has had profound impacts on my relationship to myself, my body, other people, and music.
Getting meta now…this poem I wrote out of frustration with myself for not posting reels on Instagram as often as I’d initially promised myself. It was for a good reason: I was spending time with family and SO not in the spoken word / social media mindset. I’ve learned to forgive me much faster now :) and I hope you do too.
This is my attempt to express, in slightly more eloquent terms, the fact that lately I've been feeling like a blob.
Sometimes everything is lovely…until it’s not. Bad news doesn't have to ruin your day. Getting kicked only provides the opportunity to rise back up.
A series of life circumstances have taught me that life is too short to let fear take the wheel. It inspired me to write this poem, which I hope resonates with you!
This poem goes inside my mind as a content creator (historically referred to as a “writer”). IN today’s age, numbers count for something - but not everything.
A poet wouldn’t be a poet without a love poem or two. Writing and performing this (at my second open mic!) allowed me to fully move on from someone I knew was wrong for me much faster than I had I kept it to myself.
Ah, sweet surrender. Not in the “wave the white flag” / “I give up” kind of way. Rather, this can connote the luxurious “let me fall into your arms” sort of feeling.
As an artist, I often struggle with sharing my work, finding it easier to keep it to myself. I have journals upon journals whose pages never see the light of day. I wrote a poem about it and performed it at a local open mic night. I hope you enjoy!
A little bit about me and my inspiration for this channel. If you've ever been an artist who holds themselves back, I hope something in this message resonates with you!
