by Olivia Moore | Nov 7, 2018 | Lesson of The Day, poems, Poetry
I swear on my life that music is the only thing that keeps me right
Helps me find the words I can’t find to write
I find myself wanting to push away friends
Just to be alone with my own thoughts and feelings
Some people avoid the pain and hard work that comes with healing
So they choose to self medicate
Or seek out any soul that can relate
Same story on repeat
Feeling weak and wanting to give in to defeat
I refuse so now I speak
So many around me battling with depression
Seeking quick solutions and venting sessions
But what’s the deeper lesson
Gotta get to the root
Focus on the shit that’s really bothering you
Seek that truth
Determine if it’s a lie
Do the work
It may require a moment to cry
Death to frequent stress depression and anxiety
Do the work and get free..
by Olivia Moore | Nov 3, 2018 | poems, Poetry
I’m going to write until I feel right
so here goes…
Bed rest
no rest
not stressed
recognizing I’m blessed
but sad no less
I need a moment to be held
I know it will all be ok
tired of the empty messages
or folks offering to pray
prayer won’t remove this lump in my throat
I believe screaming will help bring relief
Getting accustomed to sleeping alone
so my partner can find mental peace
No intercourse
gotta stay the course
no apple crown
wiping tears while adjusting my crown
Stay strong Queen
You got this
You’re built Ford tough
Last I checked after 100,000 miles
they aren’t strong enough
Someone reset the odometer
I’m over my mileage
I need more than a tune-up
I got frequent leaks from my eyelids
I just had my oil changed
and mechanic added a few stitches and a patch
He hopes that it gets me through the next 20 weeks
It will if I do my part…
Been through this before
and I’m off to a good start
but what do I do with the emotions and feelings
that are compacted and clogged within my heart
Any recommendations for a good flush?
by Olivia Moore | Oct 24, 2018 | EveryDay, Lesson of The Day, poems, Poetry
Currently struggling with finding a balance
When to take care of myself
And when to expect someone else to have a solution
It’s tough when you’re the one that everyone turns to
It’s hard when every comes to you because you always seem to know what to do
Maybe I need to manage my expectations
Or figure out a way to calm these rapid heart palpitations
People offer to take care of you But first you must tell them exactly what to do
Do you know how much mental work that takes ?
And every time someone shows me they they still don’t just know how to help me
My heart breaks How much more can one brain take ?
Who can I go to ask for solutions ?
The universe is so vast It doesn’t help that I’ve always had me
I took care of me in the past
What do you do when you desperately want that to change ?
What do you do when you want to naturally vibrate in a different range
These are my questions for today
Some say you should be still and pray
Others say the solution is to meditate
Perhaps both parties are on the right path
Maybe the best thing for me to do is be still and ask
Still healing ….
by Olivia Moore | Oct 9, 2018 | Love or Infatuation I suppose..., poems, Poetry
It seems as if as soon as I clear a space something comes along and gets dumped in it
Causing me to do more work just to get it clear again
Tired of feeling as if I’m not living life at my own pace
Tired of seeing my time improve
But still feeling as if I’m never going to win the race
My life is my journey to make
But there’s only so much I can take
So ultimately I have to decide
Will I sit and silence and learn to adjust or convince you to see my side
I’m tired
A whole year later and same old words
Both of us hoping to be heard
Me feeling as if I have no voice
Now I sit here 12 weeks along feeling as if I have no choice
I refuse to sit here and tell myself that I have to adjust to something new
Feeling as if I’m not able to out what to do
How will we pay bills
Whose going to help clean the house
We are in this together
We are real partners
No more dealing with a spouse
You’re right there’s been no progress
Same old conversations
I refuse to handle this like I handle past situations
No more being silent and going with the flow
No more sprinting hoping that you’ll be happy with how fast I can go
This three legged race has gone as far as it can go .
Feel free to run at your own pace
Cause there is nothing more I can do than to step back and give you more space
by Olivia Moore | Apr 26, 2018 | poems
The quest for mother of the year award is one that comes with those days when the weight of the world gets to you. It gets difficult to find your center and stay calm. Most times I can walk away and take a breath. But there are days when I have to fight extra hard in the midst of the storm. I wrote this poem to describe how I feel when I get upset. My goal is to do better….
Adrenaline surges through her vains
Tingles running through her spine
Vision turns from clear to red
Dark thoughts running rampant in her head
Somebody stop her before she shifts from brown to green
From calm to enraged
Sweet to mean
She holds so much in an attempt to find peace
Someone help her find a healthy release
Or clear the path when she shows the beast!
They say that stress kills
perhaps it’s killing her slowly
gotta get a handle on things before
all beauty is gone
and the beast forever roams free
by Olivia Moore | Apr 11, 2018 | gemini, GEMini Things, poems, Poetry
Some use titles just to fit in
Others use them as a basis to self comprehend
I prefer to fly free
Taking every moment to get to know me
Daily lessons
Some harder to accept than others
Striving to be strong like my pops
But nurturing like my mother
At times I feel so lost
Especially when I’m asked
Do you know who you are
I am me
Sometimes too apologetically
Battling with who or what to be
Almost ready to give in
Sick of titles
Monogamy
Polygamy
Polyamory
Single and saved
Lonely
Broken
Anxious
Acceptance we crave
Tired of trying to fit in
Only to end up seeking all over again
The toughest one to deny is empathy
Always attracting folks who unload on me
Objects in mirror are not as strong as they appear
I get tired
I get weak
I’m constantly fighting my fears
Bouncing and slipping with my Uncle Maslow
Indecisive on which way to go
Someone, please stabilize me
I’m tired of letting this title called Gemini
Control and rule me
