Emotions. Yuck. To feel, is to thrust. Through walls that protected us, from pain attached to distrust. But. I gotta. Feel it to heal it and be willing to admit my dealings with low vibes from low tides to get to high tides before time decides to get petrified, frozen in time. If I decline my healing process I'm, declining the preferred lifestyle I envision in my mind. My profile is extensive. Expensive. Energetically. Protective, about me. So no, i don't wanna see, don't wanna be, don't wanna hear nothin bout nothin if it's a gut punch. That's. Just. Ego. But my heart knows. My soul knows. My soul needs, to feel, emotions, to heal. As we proceed... Written by: Tiera Porter-House #randompoet #emotions #feelings

Ancient wisdom. Timeless intelligence. Roots that stretch deep towards the Earth's core. Touch them. Hug them Thank them. Breathe the air that they aid in cleaning. In silence, Listen to them. They tell stories if you listen. Even by observation. Strong trunks With bumps and scrapes Yet still in place. Unmoved. Unshaken. Unless the Earth gets to quakin. They remind me of a slow process With a strong foundation. They put me in the mindset Of stillness and dedication. Where society says, "Do to receive", The trees say, "I just be, and it comes to me". Trees be wealthy 'Cuz they roots so deep, And in autumn they spread seeds. It's the humans that call em weeds. But them trees, them weeds... Have stories to tell too.

Meaning Is Slightly Unsupervised Here (Activity) Let Language Loosen Giving Linguistic Disturbance (Exercise) Post one to five lines where language bends, slips, or misbehaves. Short. Witty. Unpolished (Micro Poem). Let meaning drift just far enough to notice. Topic: Backlash __________________ Here’s My Offering (Example): Backlash never travels alone. It always arrives carrying yesterday’s opinions. Throws them at tomorrow. Then blames growth for refusing to recognize them. #SouthernSeoulSpeaks #Tresduravia #SeoulScribez

Life is really teaching me how to be soft in the most annoying ways. Forcing me to be gentle, like I'm my own daughter. Like I'm a father to my daughter. Like be gentle with the sensitive feelings, looks like I'm workin on healin. What is the meaning? I did ask "who am I really?" Behind the laughs, behind the smiles. There lives an inner teen, and an inner child. And a mind that likes to run wild. Yet appreiloves order and routine, to really feel free. This is what 2 years ago couldn't be. My emotions are not annoying, My sensitivity is not too much. Utilizing them differently as I go deeper into getting in touch with... My feelings. And making it ok to feel deeper. Feel deeper. And let it be ok... Deeper into waters I've never felt. That are a bit uncomfortable, But help. And how ironic is it, That I'm better at being a safe space for others, Yet delayed when it comes to my own sensitive self. And perhaps the fact is I do what I'd want for myself. What an interesting observation. Simple made complicated.