knittedpoems

Shaking the Glum

It’s cloudy. For hours the sky has been teasing us with tears, only once truly releasing an outpouring of emotion offering a brief reprise from humidity, and tension. I wonder if my mood is clouded by the weather, or if by chance my ego, and vanity have my emotions controlling the forecast. Either way, myContinue reading “Shaking the Glum”

Forget Me Not…

My greatest fear used to be being forgotten. I feared my identity was tied to the memories that others held of me. I imagined my existence as a bubble floating through the thoughts of others until the bubble finally popped, and I in all senses of the world ceased to exist. Recent encounters have poppedContinue reading “Forget Me Not…”

A Sense of Belonging

I think it’s fair to say that we’ve all been on the sideline of events; wallflowers watching life happen around us while we soak in the scenery feeling alone, or lost. I believe the most uncomfortable feeling in the world to be feeling lonely when surrounded by people with whom I’m supposed to be havingContinue reading “A Sense of Belonging”

The Art of not Speaking One’s Mind

From the time we could form opinions, many of us have found ourselves silenced before our thoughts could cement themselves. I know what I want to do. I know where I want to eat. I know where I want to go, but I worry so much about the opinions of my companions that I amContinue reading “The Art of not Speaking One’s Mind”

Seeking Attention in all the Wrong Places

I guess it can be said that I am an attention seeker. Although, if I were left to describe myself, I’d say that I am much more of a “validation seeker,” than a true attention hunter. I cry out, but not in the sense of claiming wolves. No, I cry out to be seen, heard,Continue reading “Seeking Attention in all the Wrong Places”

The Heavy Weight of Little Things

It’s often my lack of choice, combined with my silenced voice that turns the small issues in my life into raging beasts. A single raindrop would not be a storm were it not for someone counting on a sunny day. A paper cut would not be an injury were someone not dependent on a perfectContinue reading “The Heavy Weight of Little Things”

Sleepless in the Middle of Nowhere

It’s nights like these when my brain and my body do not communicate well. One wishes to sleep in the comfort of my slightly itchy blanket, while the other is restless and wants to communicate with everyone I know. I crave laughter. I crave conversation. I crave answers to questions that I didn’t even knowContinue reading “Sleepless in the Middle of Nowhere”

Internal Struggles

There is a strong chance that I would rarely use the word “confident” to describe myself. I’m sure that in the social world, I appear to carry myself with self-awareness and assertiveness, but the truth is: I’m a fraud. Every single thing I do that even appears to have a sheen of savvy, or abilityContinue reading “Internal Struggles”

Borderline Book Boredom :(

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m OBSESSED with books, especially children’s books. I have THOUSANDS of books, some duplicated, and even triplicated because my library is so disorganized that I can never find what I’m looking for. When I can’t find the book I perceive I need, I buy another copy. I never thinkContinue reading “Borderline Book Boredom :(“

Dads Against Daughters Dating GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

Here we go again: another day of my friend posting photos of his 12 year old daughter, and the slew of misogynistic comments that follow. How many of these are shared on his page weekly? I gave up counting. “Oh, you’re going to be in trouble with her! Wait until the boys start showing upContinue reading “Dads Against Daughters Dating GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!”