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Sad Girl May 2023
I ask the universe for tender love and care.
The universe brings me blessing after blessing. Opportunity after opportunity. Why am I not satisfied? I realize that what I wish for, is you. Your love. Not just any love. The feeling that you give me in my stomach that says, “how can I resist this?” When you’re around me, my neck hairs stand at attention and my petals begin to quiver. I long for and crave you.

Some people try to tell me that I get too easily attached… I do act this way, but I often wilt when someone kicks me around too much. Eventually I wither away to return a new sprout and bloom, yet again. The problem is that I’ve never REALLY been attracted to anyone the way that I feel pulled towards you. Like other plants among the garden bed, I begin to lean towards you, like the sun.

I have said that I was “in love” before and I have said that “I love” somebody, but I’ve never felt it like this. The sentiment was there, but no electrical spark. I told myself that those were silly, little fairytales - tall tails- even. I think I’ve lied to myself many times over that I’ve had this feeling before and that it will come again. This is all just wishful thinking.

A divine gentlemen comes along and treats me like gold while you fiddle with your fingers and try to avoid eye contact. You overthink and then say nothing. You leave me high and dry, or sober and sobbing. It’s never anything good. You chose to fertilize my garden with invasive weeds and you water the flowers with Coca-Cola. I don’t know why you take action towards my garden in such a filthy manor. You damage me, yet every day I wait for you to stop by and leave a little remnant of something; anything. It’s not fair that one can offer me water and sunshine while I wait for your poison.

And So, I guess that I should not be angry because it is something that needs to be pruned. It is an attachment and an unhealthy one, at that. The lesson that God and mother Gaia are trying to teach me is a hard one to learn.  “You deserve more than you pray for. Why are you praying for this thing? What is different about this thing? You must stop praying for the potential that someone has to reveal itself. I have put blessings on your path that will offer you what it is you deserve, but you must let go of what does not serve you.”  

I am learning how to trim the weeds and maintain my own garden. I’m learning to keep the pests out. I am learning to grow thorns and protect myself, but still remain delicate and beautiful. I’m learning that I may not always blossom on the days when I think that I will and sometimes; when the seasons are harsh and cold, I must remain dormant.  

I am learning how to survive you pouring the wrong things into my garden. I’m learning to extend towards the sun as I grow and not a UV lamp that mimics the sun. I’m learning to stop getting myself tangled in dark corners of the flowerbed. It’s a hard lesson, but I’m learning it. Another day, another lesson from the garden.
763 · Nov 2023
Wombmanhood
Sad Girl Nov 2023

Fear not your ******* young girl,
for it is the very evidence you seek
that you are the universe experiencing itself.

As I lay and bathe in a pool of my own DNA,
I watch the passers by.
A shark, a jellyfish, a fetus, a worm.
Tiny strands down the drain.

The fabric of my insides.
The ick to every man fearing the capability, the strength, the love and dexterity of a woman.
A strength so ancient and full of purpose.
So strong.
Constantly producing and relieving my **** of unfertilized greatness.
Discarded materials of my own internal struggle to find a love worth carrying my star-seeds to fruition.

A wonder it is.
A magic of this realm.
A sorcery so powerful that it has brought me to my knees writhing in pain.
The pain of creation,
The suffering of the body crying out
to bring forth life.
How gracious is this pain to teach us,
We are made of stardust and beautiful consciousness.

A woman thought to herself,
“What better can this world be?”
The answer, more.
It can be more.
There can be more.
More to love.
More growth.
Seeds to be planted
and watered and nurtured.
A harvest of joy and a family so plentiful.
More hands to hold.
More hands to create.
More hands to produce more love.
More hands to continue
this beautiful cycle.

And so she waits.
And every month, again,
she bore the pain of a thousand swords.
She healed.
She began again.
She kept growing the seeds
every season, awaiting
the crops to fertilize.
Afflicted with ruin,
she fell to her knees.

The beauty of this suffering,
Begging the universe, More.

To create and to love is all that she knows.
Fear not your *******, young girl,
You are building the universe,
You are experiencing what it means to be.
And so it is.
And so we are.
© KD
746 · Feb 2023
Past life regression
Sad Girl Feb 2023
This is the most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life.
I am stuck in 5D and you want to play childish 3D games.
I have known you in many lives for eons and we were interrupted then
And it’s happening again, karmically. You push and push and push and it pulls me apart. The tides of change are a force to be reckoned with. I’m tired of fighting my way into this shipwreck with a life raft. I am drowning. I am not an option. I am not something to be conquered. There are no winners. Childish games won’t do anything, but cause delays. Meeting your soulmate and your twin flame in the same lifetime almost makes no sense to me. I don’t want options, I just want you. It’s always been you, it will always be you. No more chasing, no more running, come to me.
Place your third eye on top of mine so you can see what I see. We found each other.
Do you really want to do this again? I will find you in every plane if existence, but I will not let you put me through this pain again. You choose because I am tired. I am giving up. I always choose you. I would throw away everything I have and everything I know to be at home with you again. I knew the second we crossed paths that I recognized you, we grew up together. From childhood to marriage and with kids and a family of our own, in a house on the mountains. We have traveled many footsteps together. No more surface level ****. Put your heart against mine and you will feel it. Something tragic separated us in a past life and that energy is here again, trying to break soul contracts and suppress this. Don’t let it win. You sacrifice your own happiness for something practical, but I’m offering you the world and everything you could ever want. I have NEVER felt like this before. When I look into your eyes I see myself. You are my mirror, you are imprinted on my soul, you are my twin. This flame keeps burning me, I have to put this fire out. It’s getting late. I can’t take anymore. You hurt me and I forgive you a thousand times over. Just waiting, waiting, waiting for you to grow up. Losing sleep and the ability to eat because I give my all to you and still suffer defeat. I’m putting in the work, but you refuse. This is painful and feels like abuse. I’m sorry that I trigger you, I’m sorry that you can’t soften and accept the love that has been waiting for you all of this time. I don’t want to get to the part where I’m shut down and your accountability comes in a day late and a dollar short. I know you’re working on things, I’m endlessly patient for you. I’m worried you’re building my foundations with pain and the wall will be to thick to break down. You’re losing me. Someone or something else is coming. I chose you. The time is ticking and the ball is in your court. I never understood what my purpose was or why I lived through all of this, it was to find each other again. I met you and nothing was the same. It will never be the same as it was.
5D Woman meets 3D boy
(I had a second past life regression and the dream revealed to me that I was the other woman, betrayed and lied to and a tragic death ended us because karma is a ***** on every timeline and every lifetime)
Sad Girl Feb 18
ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.
ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ & ɢᴜɪᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ.
ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜꜱ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜɪꜱᴇᴅ
ʙʏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇꜱ, ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴀʙʀɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ-
ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛᴏʀ.
ᴏɴʟᴏᴏᴋᴇʀꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ
ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ
ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ.
ᴀᴍᴏɴɢꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ & ɪʟʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ,
ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇ.
ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇᴄʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴜɴᴋɪɴᴅ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀ.
ᴘᴜʀɪᴛʏ & ᴅɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢᴏᴅ,
ᴅᴇꜰɪɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀꜰᴀᴄᴇ.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀɪʟ?
ɴᴏ. ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ,
ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ
ʙʏ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴀɴ.
ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ.
ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ &
ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪᴛ.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ.
ᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ &
ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴍ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏꜱꜱ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ,
ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴇᴇᴋ ɪᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴇᴀʀᴛʜᴇᴅ,
ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴꜱᴇ
ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ?
ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜱᴛʀɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ.
ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ.
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ.
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ.
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ.
ʜᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴛꜱ.
ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ.
ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʙᴇ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ, ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ
ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋɪɴ, ʟᴀʏᴇʀꜱ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ &
ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍɪꜱ.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀꜱ
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ?
ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ
“ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɢᴇᴅ ʙɪʀᴅ ꜱɪɴɢꜱ”
~ ©ʜᴇɴᴅɪ
711 · Feb 2023
Thirst
Sad Girl Feb 2023
I was just a tall glass of something you don’t remember ordering.
You thought you wanted someone who would wait around.
You thought you wanted someone who was okay with you running around as long as you came back to them at the end of the day.
Did you enjoy every argument?
Did you enjoy all of the wasted moments that could have been us laying together and tracing each other’s bodies?
I have a whole new body now.
I walk into the room and people pay attention, not because I am loud.
Because I demand it.
I am worthy, and **** good looking.
This cup is dripping with condensation and everybody is out here sweating in this heat.
I look **** good.
But you don’t know this version of me.
I spent so much time trying to blend in and mirror the people around me, you never got the chance to drink me in.
Do you see me now?
Can you taste it?
The taste of regret, metallic on your silver tongue.
Hurt me with your judgements.
Hurt me with your words, but never in the bedroom where I ask that of you.
Coward.
You wanted me to be weak so I would bow to you.
If I EVER bow, you’d better lay a pillow down, knowing that an empress doesn’t belong on the ground.
You looked for me everywhere.
“I like this one’s mouth”
“This one makes good conversation”
“This one does what I ask”
“This one has nice legs”
So stitch them together.
Enjoy your busy life of rushing back and forth from bed to bed and door to door to appease your needs between all of your sally dolls.
None of them will hold a candle to me.
What I bring to the table could feed a nation.
I possess the things that matter;
I even possess the things that don’t.
I’m not for these streets, I’m just in them.
Looking for new avenues.
I become the opportunist and you become lost.
You missed your exit long ago, because you were too busy looking for the gas station with the best price.
Now the road has been winding for miles and miles and there seems to be nothing around.
No sidewalks, no side streets, no signs.
Your gas is approaching E.
It’s suffocatingly humid and it’s getting dark.
You’re thirsty.
Don’t you wish you had that tall glass of water?
It’s not where you left it.
Someone else understood the value of water and gulped it down,
every… last… drop.
They even put their mouth on the cup that was meant for you.
The one you specifically asked for and forgot about.
That person is absolutely satiated.
Wherever you end up, I hope you find a cup and learn to fill it yourself.
The servers are tired and it’s closing time.
~ KD (2023) ©
Soy dramatica 🙄
Sad Girl Nov 2023
We follow our vision
And we don’t need no permission
The gifts that we are given
Are what sent us the soul mission

I’ve reawakened now
Cannot be forsaken now
While my heart is breakin
I’ll gain power through creation
I’ll be a great sensation
This healing that I’m spittin
Will revitalize the nation

You feel that?
It’s all reverberatin
You’ll see the revelation
When you reach recalibration

If ya hearin what I’m sayin
It’s the reconciliation
Of the positive vibration
Through mental emancipation

You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry

Never seen a guru
That could send vibration through you
Watch you while you do you
I’m watching how you move true
Ain’t doin no voodoo
It’s really pure and true
Who

do you see when you look
Into the mirror
As your vision gets clearer
We are divine reflections
Nobody is in fear here

We are superior
To the wicked theories here
Meek men are the weary there
Cannot be hysteria

It’s so mysterious
How they are in fear of us
But let us feel like we are the ones
Who are inferior

I’m livin grateful
Because I am the faithful
I’ve been so graceful
You can see my face full

Of smiles
We do it all the while
Even as they broke me down
Since I was a child

We’ve traveled miles
To reach the promise land
Yes we teachin and we preachin
As we reach out all our hands
To our brothers, yes, our fellow man
I hope you overstand
Why we reject their commands
Make our own demands
To move only with God’s plan

We keep it moovin
We never loose the groove and
We tie up all our loose ends
Countin all these dividends

You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry

I’m letting go now
Following the flow now
Never seem to let up
Not likely to slow down

You’ll never see us frown
Smiling while we’re feelin down
Even in the tears we drown
We take our power back

Use that **** to cleanse
Because tears are so sacred
Because we are the huemans
No need to pretend and
Every time they send them
Rewriting rewiring
Send it to the fire and I’ll
Then we start to rise again

Like a phoenix
Straight up out the ashes
And if they don’t like it
They can kiss our heady *****
While we count the assets
No need to go flashing
Abundance we receiving
Looks can be deceiving

We are the healing
Faces and hearts we stealin
And when we reel ‘em in
They’ll see who they’re dealin with

It is within
Absolution from sin
Send it all to the sun
Because we know that we are one
And when all is said and done
Know the healings just begun

You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry

You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry

We follow our vision
And we don’t need no permission
The gifts that we are given
Are what sent us the soul mission
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699 · Apr 2023
Unfinished project
Sad Girl Apr 2023
She refused to mold
To bend, to fold
Mended seem to seem
By the things that she had seen
Working hard to weave
The visions in her dreams
Into something beautiful,
Something pure and clean

Nothing could be taken
She refused to be forsaken
So she ran for the hills
To avoid all of the chills

She prayed to the skies
Asking Gods the “who’s” and “why’s”
Was this pure regression?
Self suppression?
Love?
Obsession?

These questions were quite pressing
But she sifted to find blessings
Somewhere in her pain,
She knew there’d be a lesson

She didn’t wish to lessen
The importance of her choices
But couldn’t sort her thoughts and feelings
From all of the voices

Clarity
She prayed
Each and every day
But still the dreams that haunted her
Sent her on her way ~
Sorry for the mediocrity
648 · Feb 2023
Some day…
Sad Girl Feb 2023
You are my some day
Maybe not today
But one day
I give you space to grow
Because I love you more than you know
You have many journeys to explore
As I’m watching you grow, I’ll only love you more
You’re becoming the version of you, I adore
I can’t wait to meet him, though, I love every version
I can’t wait to learn about all of your excursions
You have trouble to make and hearts to break
And lessons to learn and recognition to earn
Im guiding you slightly, each time that you write me
I’ll let you think your conclusions are your own
I know that I’m here to remind you, your truth
And to help you to regain your spiritual backbone
You’re never alone, wherever you roam
Remember if you’re homesick, my souls essence is your own
In this divine connection, this lovely reflection,
know that you are protected and infinitely home.
Think of me, dream of me, simple as that.
And I’m there with my hand on the small of your back.
Offering support from my bottomless depths.
I hope when you lay your head down for great rest,
You imagine my heart and warmth of my breast.
It’s there for you endlessly.
I care for you endlessly.
I’m always wishing you best.
Surely you know, as connected to me,
You and your purpose are blessed.
I can’t wait for one day
When you teach me what you’ve learned
When we can indulge in the loved that we’ve earned
The day is not today, but I’m holding onto hope for some day.
Sorry I’m aware this is sappy
608 · Jan 2023
Dragon’s lair
Sad Girl Jan 2023
At 10 AM
when the sun rises;
just above the trees
and the wind rustles the leaves,
I hope you’ll think of me.

For I am you!
As the sun dries the dew,
We wake feeling renewed
by this blissful view.

The train offers sound healing.
A hum like no other,
but only nature in sight-
So it seems the calling of the mother.
Thank you Pachamama,
for these moments of surrender.
Upon the dragon’s lair,
Shall we ever remember.

I thank you for your strength,
I thank you for the trees,
I thank you for the moments that nobody else sees.

Thank you for this love that brings me to my knees
And, thank you, for removing all the troubles plaguing me.

When I leave this space,
I will feel relieved.
Thank you for your time.
Messages received.
- Hendrix, dragon Reborn 🐉💚
Staying at the hostel in Brunswick, Georgia I found myself quite captivated in getting back to the basics on power down sunday. Cooking over the fire, composting, feeding chickens, writing poetry in a journal with pen by candle light. Sleeping in a screened enclosure deep in the outdoors with soooo many blankets to account for the weather. Hearing the owls and insects and woodland fairies howl their battle cries into the night. So much life in the forest while we calmly lay ourselves to rest. Truly blissful. This is how I choose to live my life. This is truly honoring this land.
596 · Feb 2023
Someone else remembers…
Sad Girl Feb 2023
I’ll never be who you want for me to be.
I am who I have to be.
Because I am special and important and divine.
If you have forgotten this, and also maybe, yourself..
this is your cross to bare.
I know I’m really great and you like me,
but I refuse to be put on the back burner for anyone.
It’s not your fault that you don’t know what I do, it’s not my fault that I do.
It makes it difficult to be in your life,
so I let you go with grace and love you from a distance.
You either want what I want or you don’t, no games.
Remember to be a divine masculine and to tap into your feminine when it
comes to the women in your life.
Stand up and be a true balance.
Bare heart and soul.
Be honest and stop trying to control and analyze everything.
Tap into how the divine feminine makes you feel and what she is communicating.
Drop your egotistical views and see
things for what they truly are.
Blessings.
You are blessed to know her.
You are blessed to be invited and welcomed into her space.
Her body.
Don’t ever forget how divine she is.
Someone else remembers.
Sad Girl Jan 2023
I am safe.
My story is being re-written.
That is no longer my life.
I am holding the wounded parts of myself.
Though, I may be wounded; I cannot forget that I am a warrior. I am not alone; my guides are always with me. They have always been watching over me.

The hands that could not hold me while they walked this earth are guiding me now. They are holding me. No person in my life now, was brought into it without a purpose. Nothing is coincidence.

This has been a test to see if I will fold under pressure, Out of fear and illusion,
created by the shadows of my past.
I was raised in a family that loved,
But didn’t always know how to show it. God, did they love.

I grew up in a family that didn’t
know how to offer support because
they didn’t know how to ask for it. I grew up taking care of myself
And thinking that I could trust no one,
other than myself.

The first hands that were made to carry me in this life were made into fists, and at other times, Used to shush or shoo me away. I’m not used to receiving. The list of things I have trouble receiving could go on, but I’m getting better.

I wince and pull away a little less
when someone offers me a hand to hold.
I shrug a little less and learn to graciously bow my head when someone gives me a compliment. I let others help me lift instead of shooing their hand away and saying “I got it!” - most days -

I try to take people at face value instead of convincing myself that there’s a hidden agenda,  ulterior motives, so to speak.
I give effortlessly; I don’t expect any return on my investments, just the acknowledgment that I lacked in my youth.

My spirit is humble, although, I may not always show it. I am vulnerable- not weak, not a detriment to myself.
My shadows want to convince me that I am all of those things.

I don’t consider the darkness I have experienced; something to grow from, but something to embrace. Something to make peace with, innerstand, balance and then transmute into creation. I will be rewarded for all that I have been through, I deserve it.

With blood on my hands and scars on my skin, I fought tooth and nail, through dirt and brimstone, through hellfire and rain. I am reborn again and again. I am cleansed and purified. There is nothing that can break me.

So with a smile, I proudly walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I am guided and anointed. I planted seeds and manifested. I will receive the fruits of my labor as I lay in green pastures.
I will have a plentiful meal prepared for me at a table amongst those who have harmed me and wished me ill.

I will welcome them to join me because no child will be left behind, no mouth or belly will go hungry in my presence, for I serve God’s purpose, The purpose of truly, unconditional love. For the good of all and to the harm of none.

I will call my enemy, my brother and remember that source forgives. I will remind them that they are forgiven. I will build homes where bridges have been
burned to create gallows and hanging posts. We will all move to calmer waters together.

I am love.
I am support.
I am the sun and the stars I pray to.
My passion is ignited and my light cannot be dimmed. My abundance is on the way and I am so blessed. As we are one, know that the same is true for you. And so it is.
438 · Oct 2022
Familiar
Sad Girl Oct 2022
I’ve been learning how to take care of him the way he needs to be taken care of…

Everyone’s is different.
Mine has abandonment issues because his parents were absent.
He likes to be in control and has strong boundaries.
He doesn’t quite know how he feels about public displays of affection yet,
He doesn’t ever want to come off as weak in front of others.
On the contrary, if you touch someone else in front of him,
He gets very jealous and he’s quick to show it.
He’s quite a fireball.
He doesn’t like to sit still and is all about movement!
He likes to run and jump and play.
He’s temperamental.
Sometimes he gets anxious.
Sometimes he scratches me.
Sometimes I find that playful and I don’t mind.
Sometimes he gets angry and we have to take space away from each other.
At other times he is very clingy and affectionate.
I love the moments that I get to spend with him like this.
He loves nature and he loves to be outdoors.
He loves getting *****, especially in the garden.
His hair is medium long and dark like the night sky.
His eyes light up my world.
He loves the way that I sing to him.
We take a lot of naps together.
He loves cuddles when nobody else is around.
He is his most gentle, sweet, authentic self in those moments.
He reminds me that I am loved.
I could spend forever just looking into those eyes,
the way that he holds eye contact when he is at home with me.
I love him passed his flaws and the roughness and he sees me
for the loving, caring, nurturer that I am.
We are so different from each other and somehow so alike.
We just get each other.
I will always love him, even when others don’t.

This was a story about my rescued cat, did it trigger anything for you?
435 · Oct 2022
Yours
Sad Girl Oct 2022
Waiting
So long
Endlessly
Fear
Pulsating
Absolutely falling apart
Am I weak?
Maybe
In the knees
For you

I can’t stop dripping when I think of you
Writhing in pain
Longing to be touched
Gasping for air
Thick
Hot
Suffocating air

I can’t get enough
Not one finger
Not two
Every single inch
All of it
All of you

Devoured

*******
Tied down

Candles all around
Begging
Panting
Crying

Just water
All over
Swimming in it
Emotions
And oceans
Of your sweat
My sweat
And then some

Waves
Heat
Passion
Frivolous rolling around

Screaming your name
Running from you
Being pulled back
Encapsulating you
I’m home
You’re home
Inside
Outside
All around

Absolutely
madly
passionately
fatally
involved

****** healing
Evolution
Mental emancipation
Revolution
A riot

Divinely entangled
Woven like the fabric of the dna that birthed the existence of cognizance  

Absolutely broken
Yet completely mended
into something new

Yours
428 · Sep 2022
2:22
Sad Girl Sep 2022
Why do you hurt me this way
Won’t talk to me
Won’t let me go
Won’t stay

I accept every part of you
The good
The confused
The ugly
The abused

I think that you’re perfect
But I’m not sure if this pain is worth it
The truth has risen to the surface
But you weren’t ready to earth it

Lay down your burdens
Lay them on me
Let everything go
But the things you can’t see

I want to find happy
But only with you
I don’t want the pain
But I’ll endure as I do
Constantly wishing
And waiting for you

An unfulfilled wish
Like a broken dish
Falling to the floor
To be used never more

I have cried my eyes sore
I have nothing left
You’ve stolen my heart
It’s an unjust theft

And you don’t even want
what you wished for
And I don’t want to be here anymore
I can’t unsee what I’ve seen
It’s damaging, what I thought,
were healed parts of me

Everything was fine until I met the divine
I didn’t know I had a purpose
But this purpose feels empty
It makes me feel worthless

I want to run away
To run from the pain
But everywhere I go
My heart feels the same
I don’t need more lessons
I’ve had quite enough
I dropped out of school
so just know, it’s not a bluff

Please just tell me
So I can amuse
Whatever it is that
you think I should do
Besides rip out my heart
and hand it to you

Or lay myself like a slab
on the platter
For you to feast on
while you gaze with laughter
Watching me toss and
watching me turn
Witness my longing and
watching me yearn

As each one of your friends
would like to take a turn
Sadly an audience
is all that I’ve earned
If this goes much longer
We’ll be needing an urn
But please, don’t quote me
out of concern

You say that I need therapy
and maybe that’s true
or maybe you’re just reflecting
Soiled parts of you

I came here to love
Nothing more nothing less
So open your cage
and let my heart rest

place that thing
back under my breast
and allow me to heal
As I rebuild this nest
I have to survive us
to see what comes next
Fasting x celibacy x juggling x 222 x synchronistic occurrences x overwhelm x addiction control x dreams (it’s too much) (I recorded this aloud and it was perfectly timed to 2: 22)
427 · Jul 13
Twin
Sad Girl Jul 13
You treat me so rough
when I beg you for delicate
You say that you love me
but you’re not really selling it

I remember the strength
I once held while celibate
I was a purified flower,
You were loving the smell of it..

But my thorns can be prickly
And I fear you won’t like that
So when you cause pain,
I try hard not to bite back

I love you unconditionally
and though I cannot fight that,
I wish you could see
how it hurts to fall off track

The pain in my foot
is the pain in your back
God sent you a mirror
And that mirror collapsed

If you look at what’s happening
You’ll see that I am you
So it’s not what you want to,
But maybe what you can do.

To reach outside yourself
to care for another
You could learn so much
From the love of a mother

This is what I offer
A new perspective
I know that you’ll see it
You’re very perceptive

I spin you in circles
And we finish our dance
I search for the conditions
They’re there; in your glance.

It’s both of our worst fear,
you won’t speak aloud.
I say all of my thoughts,
As they pass by like clouds.

Some are dark, some shiny, some gray
You only acknowledge them
Only every other day

Make me laugh and perspire,
Push my feelings away
The pain fades temporarily,
Yet the doubtfulness stays

“am I ungrateful”
Or
“Am I being punished”
I ask myself often,
As I sift through the dunnage

I unbury the fear
At the root of it all
I was rising in love,
But beginning to fall

You weren’t willing to catch me
Because you never saw
I tried to speak to you,
But did so, through a wall

Will you love me unconditionally
When you don’t like what you see?
Are you in love with an idea,
Or do you truly love ME.
425 · Dec 2022
Is the purpose worth this?
Sad Girl Dec 2022
How can this be my purpose
When all it does is hurt this

Body
Mind
And soul
It leaves me filled with holes

I fill them as I can
with nature
Self-nurture
(sometimes man)

Confusion
Illusion
A ******* contusion

Hematoma
when I smell your aroma

Therapy
When you stare at me

But you turn away
And run astray
We’ll get it together
One of these days

When I feel winded
I often pray
But I agreed to this, so
What can I say?

When it feels unbalanced
and filled with malice

A purpose
A purpose
Feeling so worthless
Evenly matched
Picked at and scratched

Mean what you say
Say what you mean
Feeling *****
Feeling unclean

Not good enough
But better than others
Though, if I were to share this,
You’d surely feel smothered

I cannot lecture you
I’m not your mother
So I just laugh and accept
all of the others

Sisters and mixtures
with brothers, oh brother
So many energies
And connections to discover
Are you keeping your body safe?
I wonder

To share with me
Feels like a fee
So you hold yourself back
Which gets me out of whack

Feeling a lack
Of reciprocal energy
Which leads my brain
to make you an enemy

Someone who doesn’t
have my interest at heart
Best or worst,
So it feels like a farce

Am I a “Goddess?”
Or a business asset
I’m multidimensional
I embody many facets

A key to your success
That you dare not undress
I claim no ownership
But it’s me, you possess,

I overthink as I watch you process
the attention from others
So I lay them to rest

If I had a backbone
I could detest
You treat me so opposite
from the energy you express

Maybe you’re protective
of energies that threaten me
Or maybe it would hurt you
if someone else slept with me

I intend to heal,
never cause pain
But this holds me back
Which I cannot sustain
So I must refrain
And soon after, reframe

You came into my life and
Nothing was the same
I can’t allow connections
to drive me insane
I cannot wait around
Until your greatness is ordained

Distracting yourself
During separation
Is the very thing that caused you
Your spiritual castration

This may seem harsh
But the truth comes from spirit
And I’ve seen this before
So I can’t bare to hear it

I’m praying for your strength
Against all odds and towers
I hope to find you someday
When you step into your power

For now I must move
in a different direction
While you make collections
That stunt your *******

When you see the truth
You’ll campaign for your election
I can only hope that by this time
You’ve really learned some lessons

I refuse to be nothing more
than the latest obsession
I hope that you can give me more
As it pertains to affection

And mental stimulation
And physical elation
She needs exhilaration
To fulfill her spiritual gestation

Repressing your emotions
And avoiding heart experiences
Shirking your adherence
Because you are in fear of it
Separates us from our path

And so you’ll miss out
But I cannot sit with you
As you fill us both with doubt
I’m banging the proverbial door
Searching
Searching
for something more

Somewhere
someone
something else
Who cares about me
and my health,
Not my wealth

Whether financial or spiritually
I’m looking for abundance
That will help me feel free

Caught up in this purpose
I find my self stagnant
I’m locking up my heart again
Before you can stab it

And unexpected turn
That makes my stomach churn
I hope we both find
What it is that we yearn
I’m cutting out anything
that blocks my discern

Sorry if you find me
To be cold or stern
I’m often a mystery
Sometimes I’m subliminal

I’m find that this purpose
has kept me quite liminal
I hope for the best
While you give me the minimal

Forgive me if my words
Are seemingly cynical
You have me in an energy
I don’t yet understand
But I refuse this while
I stand on remand

A purposeful purpose
Got lost in the circus
When you find your truth
The love will resurface.
420 · Jan 2023
Anatomy of a Horror Film
Sad Girl Jan 2023
Action - reaction 🪦
Action - reaction
Does this bring you satisfaction?
Slice myself in such a fashion
Can you feel that? Not a fraction.

You could care less
how you make people feel
Pushing buttons and turning wheels.
watch stories unfold as you run the reel-
So much happiness to steal.

Misery blanket- pass it on!
Share your misery, then be gone
Let it encompass those you’ve wronged
Your ignorance present, remaining headstrong.

Do you know how far it goes
when you pull from above -
to drag down below
Wrapping me up
in the hatred you’ve sewn
Cocoon me in feelings I think I’ve outgrown.


Gather in comfort
to watch the premiere
of denial and lies,
Of pain and fear.
I’ll provide complimentary
in depth commentary
for those who are confused
and those who are wary.

The act contains violence
and furthermore silence
from the ones who cause pain
and drive the victims insane.

A malevolent force
from an outside source
is attacking this being
on the screen you are seeing.

This production contains gore
and tears on the floor.
If this is something
you cannot endure
Then, please, leave quickly
and use the backdoor.
If you do not like this film
and choose to deplore
Write us a letter don’t
cause an uproar.

The writer does not
much care for the viewers
They will take your opinions
and roast them on skewers.

So if there something
that you detest-
write it to your journal,
that would be best.

© KD
1/10/2021
Sources message 📿
Life is NOT A MOVIE

👁🧿
Their ego is dangerous to your mental health
It’s not confidence, it’s arrogance masquerading insecurity

Fear:
doesn’t know what it means to love, could never love you.
358 · Dec 2022
The first
Sad Girl Dec 2022
You were the very first,
-not the last-
Certainly not the worst.

I said I, simply, wouldn’t
I knew that I “shouldn’t“
I certainly couldn’t.
Right? I couldn’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t!

I’m learning that I’m ready
For the unknown and unsteady
No matter what I say,
My body just won’t let me.

I try to walk away but my heart
Wanders astray
And comes straight back to you
No matter what I do

What does this all mean?
When I’m with you,
it’s so serene
The feelings are surreal
And sometimes quite obscene

A delayed reaction
To my dissatisfaction
Results come in slowly
While the universe holds me

I try not to unravel
As I run around and travel
Dig my toes into the gravel
While my writers brain plays scrabble

Im so confused,
Sometimes I feel so used,
Yet you haven’t asked for much
I just gift you such and such

Not a people pleaser
But an Angel who is eager
To bring you all the blessings
While you warrant me life lessons

I’ve never said, no way before
And found myself longing for more
I’ve told you more than once
What I can’t seem to enforce
But if I fight the flow,
Will I find myself off course?

My body and my heart are very conflicted
I feel so free, yet highly restricted
My head tells my heart, it should take a step back
My heart tells my head that it must be cracked

Utterly insane to assume I have control of things
When I’m around you, my insides, they are smoldering
I feel at home, although- somewhat- neglected
I want to reach out but I fear the rejection

You’re hot, then you’re cold
You’re sweet, then you’re sour
I could watch you switch back and forth
Hour after hour

I have to be careful of what comes at a detriment
I can’t help but love you,
Debates are irrelevant
I won’t be taken advantage of
But I am no president
To dictate the rules
on what is
and is NOT “cool”

I just want to be
And at that, to be free
Though,
I’d like it if you chose to be
free here with me

Your vision is clouded,
so the truth that you cannot see
Is that your abundance comes when you give love and receive
That vulnerable love that you won’t let others know of
It’s the only thing stopping you from that which you seek
You aren’t shy, but your emotions are meek
And it’s hard for me to wait as I’m reaching my peak

But patience is key and the timing is prudent
Every day there are shifts, I’m the teacher and the student
I won’t miss any lesson and I won’t shirk any test
When we reach the destination where we all find our rest

I can only hope to say that our journey was masterful
And leaves an impression, long-lasting and classical
Complex and harmonious, infinitely inspiring
The journey will be heartfelt soon, and one day, less tiring

The first, not the worst
Not the future, not the past
Just the right here, right now
That I’d really like to last
The first peace of mind I’ve received in a while
Letting go of old narratives and healing my inner child
Letting out my primal instincts
Diving into the wild
Come to think of it,
I’ve found a genuine reason to smile

Take it or leave it,
The feeling still stays
Turbulent coasting
In all areas GRAY
Getting out of my boxes
And into your psyche
I took a peak inside,
And what I see? “Me likey.”

Thanks for all the lessons,
and the progress and the growth
Sorry for the times that it’s triggered us both
I’ve shared pain and gratitude
in the most calm, collected way.
And I’m grateful for this journey- and you-
Each and every day.
333 · Dec 2022
Risky business
Sad Girl Dec 2022
Neglected
Abandoned
Used
Unamused

Abused
Refused
Recoil
Obtuse

Toil
Recluse

Excuse
After
Excuse

After
Blame
And
Reframed

Misuse
Of my fruits

The truth is plain to see
It’s you, not  me

I expected more
Than to feel like a cheap *****
To be thrown to the floor
Like a rag - nothing more
I’ve been here before
Not much left to explore
Just feelings that I abhor
Feeling low and unadorned
I often feel shame,
I often feel scorned
I told myself I’d stop this
Yet, here I am forlorn
Not to toot my own horn,
But I know I deserve more
After what I have seen here
There’s no reason to Implore

A burning and a yearning
I’ll never collect my earnings
The passion isn’t here
And this fills me with fear
What is coming next,
Will I always be so vexed?
Crying to myself
while they put me on a shelf
Falling to my knees because I’m so eager to please
This is what they see
An opportunity to seize
When I ask for what I want,
nothing more than a sneeze
It’s my fault you won’t love me,
the way that I request
It’s certainly not you,
you’re doing you’re best
Chalk it up to I’m “too loud”
because you can’t find the words- too proud-
If you ask me, it’s a cosmic joke
You came here only to provoke
I suppose it’s just a lesson learned
Embarrassed that I can’t discern  
I learned this lesson once before,
But somehow I’ve forgotten
I’m not sure where to go from here
But I hope it’s where I’ve NOT been.
History repeats in cycles
I have clouded vision
I need to shake you off of me
and get back to my mission
I look for love in all of the wrong places
And become fond of people and their faces
But when they show me the facts
I need to take a few steps back
Try hard not to - too- 2 react
But I’m full of heat and it’s discipline I lack
Your demeanor begs that I cut you slack
When I feel I am being attacked
I don’t know how to remedy this
So I bite back tears as I clench my fists
To you, only your own trauma exists
So I should be more careful when taking these risks

— The End —