The Poetic Soul Of ÅnØmålî™...

Just A Few Excerpts From My Life... Here You Will Find My Poetry (Jumbled Thoughts Usually Written In The Heart Of Volatile Emotion I Had No Other Way To Express), A Collab Or Two, Some Of My Favorite Poems/Poets, Original And/Or Favorite Quotes...A Few Blogs/Brief Essays: Free-Style, Words That Move Me; Strike A Chord In Me, And That I Believe Could Or Should Strike Something In Others... Take Me In Slowly...I Swim The Depths Of The Soul...And I Am At Home There... ~A

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...Songstress.Writer.Freedom Fighter.Muse.Rebel.Actress.Prophet.Poet.Musician.Genre Bender.GOD Lover.Dichotomy.Trailblazer.World Changer. Blah, Blah, Blah...

"Art Is The Reason I Get Up In The Morning..."

By The Very Definition Of My Name, I Am Without Rules, Boundaries, Or The Confines Of This World...

"In This World, But Not Of This World"...

Simply Stated: I DON'T DO BOXES!

My Music; My Writing; Is My Soul Poured Onto Canvas. I Am Utterly Naked And Without Pretense Or Shame. To Understand It; To Truly Connect With My Words Is To Know Some Genuine Piece Of Me…Infinitely.

~ÅnØmålî~

Wednesday, January 08, 2020

Romanticism And The Ghosts Of Toxic Relationships Past...



You Do Yourself No Favors By Romanticizing Your Relationship History And Pretending All Of Those Red Flags You Missed, Overlooked, Or Simply Pretended Not To See Simply Didn't Exist. 

Sometimes The Real Reason You Can't Get Over An Ex Isn't Because It Or They Were So Great. It's Because You Are Still More Attached To The Idea Of Who (You Thought) They Were (The Representative), Than Who That Person Actually WAS, IS And Has Proven Themselves To Be Over And Over Again, And, At Your Expense. You Are More Attached To What You Think/THOUGHT You Shared (With Them) Than To The Reality You Actually Lived Through... Your Ego Won't Let You Accept That You Miss A Feeling, An Idea, A Fantasy More Than You Miss A Person...#Romanticism

Sometimes We Need To Step Back And See An Ugly Thing In Our History For What It Really Is Before We Miss Out On All The Amazing Beauty In Our Future... Stop Settling For Permissive When You Could Have Perfect... Grieve And MOVE ON. 

It's Akin To Putting Handcuffs On God. Our Actions, Lack Of Faith In Mere Possibility, And CHOICE To Stay Stuck Has Everything To Do With Us. It's Like Knowing There Are 8 Billion People On The Planet, But, Still Subconsciously Believing That The Now Defunct, Toxic Dysfunctional Relationship From Our Past We Are Still Clutching Onto The Memory Of For Dear Life (As It Robs Us Of Energy, Life, Hope And Our Future) Is As Good As It Gets Because It's REPRESENTATIVE Felt So Good For A SEASON. As If God Couldn't Do Any Better... As If God Sends Counterfeits Or Unfinished Work For Us To Complete For Him...

NO! It Was Just As Good As You've Gotten. Accepted. Could Handle. Were Ready For. Were PREPARED For... And, It Wasn't Even Real! Because A Lie Can Never Be Real And A Representative's Performance — Even An Extended, Oscar Worthy One — Can Never Be The Truth. It's A False Narrative. 

How Could You Have Built Something Real With Or On A Facade? Sometimes It Just Is What It Is. 

Greater Can't Come Because You Won't Make Room For It. Because You Still Believe In A Figment Of Your Imagination. Because Real Will Require More Of You Than The Counterfeit Ever Did. Even Before It Arrives...

Do. The. Work. 

Let. It. Go.

Let. It. Die.

#Choose #LIVE
(Or, Stay Stuck)

#TheWait #TheWork #TheLessons #TheProcess #Butterpillar 🦋

Tuesday, January 07, 2020

Abyss (Resignation/The Temp/Better Than)



I'm always going to be the girl
Who slipped through the cracks
Of your brokenness

Only to occupy the emptiness
Left behind
To keep you from feeling
It's vacant sting

Never to be enough
Loved enough
Seen enough
Cherished enough
Or, leave a hole
Of my own
In my inevitable absence...

Never To Be The Dream.
The idea.
The standard.
Above all others —
No matter how extraordinary
Worthy
Deserving
I might be...
Am.
Or,
The love of your life.
The one who would
Or, even could
Inspire you
To one day boldly proclaim
"I've never loved any woman
The way that I
Love you!"
Not your everything
Or, even first.

Only The Shallow Water
That lines the abyss
That was once
Your heart.

For, that space...
That space will always
Belong to another.

Less worthy. Less true.
Less pure.

Less ME.

But, you don't want (SEE) me.
Not really.
Or, you'd be, things would be
This would be...
Different.

So, I...

And, I...

I am only here
To occupy
The void
Until I am left
With one of my own...


—AnOmali™