#thefeels
Sad,
Scared.
If I don’t have a plan —
The unknown...
Isn’t that where faith steps in?
Yes! but I’m scared.
Or alive?
Scared.
Or awake?
Stifled?
No, alive!
Feeling,
Not censoring.
Being,
Not just existing.
This is the beginning.
Allow yourself to feel.
Emotions are a gift to the soul.
Embrace "The Feels"!
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 6:41 PM UTC
July 5th, 1:07am
I love you, deeply
July 8th, 3:44pm
I love so many things about you
Subtle.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
In week one
I decided that
completely powerless
was the safest feeling
I had ever felt
In week two
gifted expensive whiskey
and mommy issues
told you all my secrets
In week three my skin
was healthier
for having known you
and nothing felt so dark
as before
In week four
I heard every song
sound
as if on
acid
In week five
you showed me
that he did not have
the cornerstone
on breaking my heart
I would not know that until
week seven
In week six
_space_
In week seven
typing…
In week eight I watched
the blood move down skin
which had not been opened
in better than two years
It was then
I knew
the shelter had become
the storm.
I don't count the weeks anymore
It is winter now.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
The words pierced through the too bright cellphone screen
directly into the place she had always known that was true
too much
He was not the first to tell her
He was not the first she had believed
“Less is more”
She had tried so many times to channel
But her love was:
a riptide
a volcano
a force of nature
It exploded in every direction
like riders in the desert in search of towns
with food
with water
with shelter
Her love was:
too hungry
too thirsty
too weather worn
for its once agreeable host
Her host who had once said,
“Let me drink you dry”
He found that there was no bottom
Only more of the same:
Insatiable. Hungry. Love.
And once he had drank his fill
He declared:
“maybe I needed less.”
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
There's a tunnel
People always say that
There is light at the end
But all I see is darkness
It's an endless sound of
The echo of my feet
Hitting the pavement
Whether I walk or run
The darkness is right by my side
I have an image in my mind
Of what the light is like
A meaningful whisper
From the wind
Eternal is times name
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC
I feel my heart strengthening
I feel Your presence
in this quiet place
You matter God
You urge me forwards
You welcome me in
I cry,
"It's so hard to let go!"
You say, "Fly"
but I'm scared of heights?
You say, "Fly"
but what if I fall?
You say, "Not for long,
you will fly,
you will soar."
but I'm scared...
You say, "Rose, have I ever let you down?
Have I ever left you alone?
Other people have,
but I am
God."
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Treading water
so calm and peaceful
tranquil water
rising
falling
rising
falling
as if the water was flowing
to the tempo of my heart
inhale
exhale
my tranquil waters are disrupted
something is not right
the water slides past my ears
suddenly
I am jostled out of my daydream
the ripples turn into waves
they want to engulf me
feel me tumble in their depth
and feel me gasp for
breath
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
I woke up today
Thinking of you
It's been that way every morning
since the day you said..
Hey
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
The obsession you have with the size of your hips.
They should be smaller,
Don't you think?
Oh, and be sure to do whatever it takes to have that thigh gap.
It's so worth it.
That thigh gap.
The more space the better.
The emptiness of your body.
The jutting collar bones.
Feeling dizzy.
Feeling depressed.
Worth every inch lost off your waist.
It is worth your once full and lushious hair now falling out like dead leaves.
Because you're dying.
You are killing yourself.
But it's all fine.
You're obsessed with telling yourself that it's all under control.
Isn't it?
Theres no sleep at night.
Not when your anxiety is this intense.
Not when your up planning how to skip the rest of the weeks meals.
Use that time to be productive.
Like right now.
Lying awake... obsessing.
Obsessing.
Obsessing.
But it's s all fine, right?
Because that thigh gap.
And bony fingers.
You're deliriously falling over every **** time you stand, and you think it's all still fine now?
You think it's still worth it?
Isn't it?
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
Silly me for thinking that of all your love could be mine.
True colors come to light, just in due time.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
For you I'd sail the seas.
Each night when I see the stars it
Reminds me that our love will be infinite like them.
Never will I leave you, I will
Always stay by your side
No matter what happens.
Don't you know how much I love you? No?
Oh, well you have no idea.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
I get praised for my strength,
by almost everyone.
Those that have known me forever,
and those that have just begun.
"You're so strong!
How others, right now, would be
coming undone!"
Don't judge a book by it's cover,
I might jest. Yet, I don't lie often.
I can rise with the sun,
and get much work done.
Talk to strangers with a smile,
and let life continue to run.
But the insides of me are only held together,
because His hand is holding the pieces
much better
than I could ever hope to hold them.
If I'm lucky while I sleep he whispers secrets
to me, on how I should mold them.
And I've learned I won't die from
any of this pain.
But it hasn't stopped the rain.
No, underneath all this strength
I'm really just continuing in vain.
Continuing in hopes some day soon
He ends my pain.
.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
I XXI MMXV
I read the words in this book now
but you're gnawing at the back of my mind
Always.
I had to put the book down
because the words on the page
were becoming intertwined
with thoughts of your eyes
and the crinkle in your smile
and the way I miss you most
when it's only been a little while.
Let me hold you once more;
these sheets are-
my Heart is-
empty
without you.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Sharp nose,
just a hint of
his wide open smile
in the screen light
maybe its unromantic
maybe its just plain weird
but his profile in the screen light
was one of the most beautiful things
I've ever held sight of
as if the real him
was coming out
and
only
i
could see it
but it burned me
his face in the screen light
it hurt me
that profile basked in blue light
simply
because
it scares me.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
I am New England cold
a snowstorm covered in the red dirt of the american southwest
a lurking cold tugs at the corners of showing and telling.
Expression is the enemy
I am broken parts
fastened with unkept promises,
damaged by addiction
and frayed strings of a family
To others concealed,
a cement mask of apathy
affixed to the flushed cheeks
of a child betrayed
Privately I drown
in the quiet
of a hollow home,
these phrases with no meaning
not enough to
fill the space
Deafening silence between people
words ejected from spitting mouths
words falling on indifferent ears
I am the New England cold
a searing heat burning through
the black coal of veiled eyes and padlocked mouths
a jaded pulse seeping through
the cracks in my armour
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC