Category Archives: Poetry

I am Diversity By: Charles Bennafield

I grew up in a moderate size town in South Dakota. Looking back now, my environment was very safe and comfortable. but also created a certain naivety within me. My parents, now married for 50+ years, created a safe and comfortable environment, paying for private Catholic school, with a beautiful home, nice clothes and always…

Awaken to the Sight of YOUR-Self

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Inspired by thoughts of cultivation.  I can’t help but think about what a rush people are in. To be this or that, be here and there. Rushing all over the place without a thought of what it is they might be missing. I know I’ve touched on a similar topic in a past post but…

Just A Woman: An Extraordinary Woman

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I am nobody special. I am just another woman like so many others, who live with mental illness. Mine, in particular, being, Bipolar Disorder 1, Borderline Personality Disorder, OCD, ADHD, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, and Anorexia. I am just another person in this world that has lived a not-so-great life. I tend to think of mine…

“I emotionally broke down again…” Q&A

“I emotionally broke down again…” Q&A   Q:” I broke down again, I know the problem is I don’t love myself enough. I totally collapsed and that feeling is so horrible!”   A:”I see and it’s okay 🙂   The ups and downs are part of the journey.   It’s very okay to have those…

About This World

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When I was a child, crossing the street meant an afternoon, a forever setting, in a cloudless sky. It meant things attainable, like pebbles nearby a pond, we could jump in if we cared, smell like the seaweed and algae. – When I was a kid, the street no longer mattered, there were now tire…

A Simple Truth

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If while the world rotates, an axis always fluid, yet very much the same to the naked eye we stood alone for a time, would we fade into the soil, only regrading the vacancy of truth. – Perhaps I might still stand alone, though I’m thankful I can rely upon the eyes of her own…

I really want to love myself… Q&A

Q: “I really want to love myself, I hate depending on others to make me feel loved.” A:” You are unique Emma (not the real name). Unique in a way that only you can be! No one else in this world can be who you are. You have unique and beautiful qualities and perhaps you…

The Sun Rises But I am Still Awake 

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The sun rises but i am still awake  Because of you still thinkingWaiting you to decide Decide what you’re going to doDecide an hopeful dreamMy dream want it to became A real life experienceJust waiting to become realJust waiting to become a part of youWaiting just waitingWaiting like a puppy Waiting like a bookJust like…

Fry Your Inner Echos 

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On the way of the East line Bring the poem you always read Shining silver speaks Libra unites the justice Fry your echos inside you On the way of the West cliff Take care of your path  Wooden axe cuts through you Gemini creates the long goal Fry your echos next to you  On the…

As far as I’m concerned, where I’m from we don’t have no voice. Too many of us people running scared of the big three-O like it’s an oppressive cult. Take time and embrace your beautiful soul, this is my ode. We all defenseless. I expect more from my true hard-knock rappers and self-proclaimed lyricists. Some…