Chloe Rose Violet
Play the hell out of the cards that you have been dealt.
Trying to write from my heart about love, my life, and everything else in between.
"the heart and the head"
When you Love a Narcissist
I like to tend to reserve this song for my bad days. I mean those terrible, darkness-filled days where all you feel is empty. I believe that it is okay to let yourself feel emotions to prevent them from spilling over onto other people. It's a hard lesson I have learned in this life. Especially while being inside a mental hospital this past year. It's hard not to bleed on people who didn't cut you, especially while you're still healing from your own wounds. I learned that lesson very loudly and proudly this year.
My Feelings On Dreams
*This piece could trigger some people* PTSD/Rape Flashbacks How other people dream has always fascinated me. Ever since I had children, I found my dreams to be few and far in between. I remember most of them important to me. Even as a small child, my dreams used to mean something to me. I don't really have good dreams. I can't really begin to say that I have ever awakened from a dream, knowing that it was a good dream. I feel like that is a crazy thing, but most of my dreams are just utterly strange.
When Days End
Start to finish, Some days just don't know when they need to end. Make no mistake, I've managed to pay a costly price in this life.
Writing has always been a very therapeutic thing to me. Especially in the later years of my life. I used to spend time composing short stories after I was finished homework in class. I will be honest with myself, sometimes I would just ignore what was in front of me and just write nonsense plots on the foolscap next to me. It bothers me when I cannot seem to sort my thoughts out onto paper in an organized fashion. It still does to this day. It always used to bother me that most of my writing had felt "unfinished" or not ready to be seen by the world.
P A N I C
Being able to struggle with this disorder most of my life, I want to feel like I am able to speak freely about what my anxiety does to me.
The Call of the Macaw
*Inspired by the Swan Lake story Two separate kingdoms that had been fighting with each other after years of famine finally were beginning to make amends to one another with the planning of a future wedding between Princess Arianna and Prince James II. An evil magician holds a different sort of idea in store for the fated couple, however, the magician’s wicked plan had been set in stone for years with his evil eyes on the beautiful Princess. The poor unsuspecting Prince had no idea what was in store for him with the power of the magician’s curse.
I have always loved Halloween! I remember being in back Grade 7 and being told I was too old to go trick-or treating by my mother and father. Now looking back at that time in my life, I think it is utterly ridiculous. I always loved dressing up in costumes, and the halloween treats were always delicious. I definitely was not too old to continue to go trick or treating back then. I can realize that now as an adult, although I know most people have differing opinions on Halloween and trick or treating, it never felt fair to me back then, watching my classmates continue to go out on Halloween while I was forbidden. I actually used to steal my younger brother's candy from them after I was forbidden to go out. (In my defence, they were quite a few years younger than me and didn’t need all that sugar anyways.)
Small dandelion tuffs, and lady-bug hugs. Bedtime stories that never seem to end. Moments that I will allow myself to cherish forever.