Stay Beautiful.

Keda. Writer of poetry & copy. Lover of all things with positive energy. 

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Anxiety: if you are not doing The Most™ then you are a giant fucking failure! go! hurry!

Depression: life is pointless, just lie in bed and stare at a wall all day, we good

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Wake up to the subtleties of rape culture

I never post anything that isn’t poetry, but this is a really cool project that I also find to be extremely important and really smart. 

Two advertising students took the idea of coffee consumption and tied it to rape culture consumption, which happens more often than you think. 

What’s also awesome, is that instead of encouraging you to buy coffee, they encourage you to donate to nomore.org, an organization that’s passionate about ending sexual and domestic violence! 

Check it out, I really think it would be worth your time! 

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I promise I’m not a ghost.

Sometimes writing is hard as shit. 

I’m inspired by the tiniest thing, or the coolest idea comes to mind and I’m in the shower or no where near a pen or notepad so I can’t write down the exact words. 

I also can’t just sit and force myself to write. There is no magical button I can press to turn on the word machine. I wish I had one. 

At the same time, I’m glad that it just comes out. It’s like a beast that lives inside me that inhales emotion and spits fire and bleeds ink and when I’m behind a microphone it erupts into a mighty roar. 

Behind the lipstick and chubby cheeks there is a darker, edgier darling that rests in the hammock of my tummy. She doesn’t come out to speak all the time. 

Please stick with us, though. Working on graduating and trying to get my feelings onto tumblr is real, but when I do update, I promise I won’t disappoint :) 

Not like I was doing this for you, anyways. 

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I used to deny myself clothes

I felt like I’d force myself to lose weight if I just stopped keeping up with the times. 

I cleaned out my closet to get rid of the clothes I don’t wear and dust off the skeletons dancing in the corner. 

That closet is a casket, decorated in broken dreams of being thinner in a broken body.

But I realized that being pretty didn’t come from how small my hips were and how perfectly my jeans hugged my thighs. 

It comes from the flowers that bloom in my mind when I can look in the mirror and see a garden growing in my soul. 

It’s beautifully fragrant, wonderfully colorful and unkempt. 

It’s mine though. I’ll pluck all those roses and throw them in that casket of a closet to see beauty bloom again. 

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I’ve got enough stories to make my mother question the true origin of her daughter and her daughter’s life filled adventure. 

I’ve got enough stories that will probably make her mad at me for the rest of my life on earth. 

The only answer I’ll have is that I love it. 

I have no idea how I got here either. 

She’ll say I’m sick. I’ll tell her its the most intense fever dream in the history of modern medicine, and I don’t want the cure. 

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I’m fucking massive

We’ve been conditioned to believe that taking up space is the worst thing you can possibly do. I’m sorry, but I’m a massive figure and I’m tired of hating my existence for the sake of someone else’s comfort. 

My body is a planet that orbits within the galaxy that is my life. This surrounding universe can be cruel but everything is in place for a reason. Everything in place affects me one way or another, like eyes trying to cut layers through my fat and dissect my medical history at a glance. Like masculinity so fragile it needs to be protected with brawn against my words. Like tongues that dance behind their teeth wanting to taste me. 

Beyond my physicality rests the atmosphere that is my personality. I’m gentle like the breeze on your deck during your morning coffee. I’m warm like the sun shining through your window on a summer morning. Do not confuse my softness as a surrender. I will burn the white flag you’ve crafted for me with the heat of my tongue. I will freeze you with eyes that have cried tears for ice sculptures in the form of friends. 

Do not try to squish my chubby, complex form into a thin thread of this reality. Do not let them take your beauty and mold it into a form you cannot fit. 

That’s like trying to shove your entire galaxy into a pill and letting them swallow you whole. 

I’m fucking massive, and I don’t want you to choke. 

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Reasons Why I Can’t Handle This Shit Right Now by Makeda Loney

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Guys! I got my first poem published today and I am oh so excited about it! Tell me what you think. AH! 

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Trying to do this whole blog and school thing is hard

atleast when you’re not just in bed at night mindlessly scrolling through your random posts blog. 

Well here are some cool updates again, for you cool cat followers that I adore: 

1. I’m gonna graduate this year holy shit. 

2. I’m working on a really cool project which I also hope to finish this year. 

3. I’m getting published for the first time ever and now I need to make this blog look like I use it because I linked to it and HOLY SHIT. 

That’s it. More stuff coming this way! Soon, once my final presentation for this quarter is over. x( 

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This was one of those "I'm having way too much fun with this wig I never get to use" moments.

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No wonder my throat burns sometimes

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Brash and beautiful.  Sharp and sweet.  This is how my brain makes me feel.  Ragged edges.  Licorice twists.  Winged eyeliner to hold it all together.  This is how my brain makes me feel.  Like an unhinged toilet seat that still does the job. Like a runner who's moved to a new city and needs a new trail. This is how my brain makes me feel. There is a crowd creating a storm with their applause, and they pierce me with their judgmental eyes. They're proud and disappointed.  They wanted more, there's always more.  There's always more in my mind  than how my brain happens to make me feel.

I have no idea if this is anxiety, but it’s eating me alive. 

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Happy National Poetry Month!

I’m going to do it. 

I’m going to write a poem a day (or more) for the next 30 days :) 

WOO LET’S DO THIS. 

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“I was going to fix the typos, but I was just so into what I was writing at the time, I figured I’d keep them as is 🎀” by @kedanomics on Instagram http://ift.tt/1WN5Rof

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I’m sorry for the poetry pause

I’m working on a cool new look and feel for the content! 

I’ve been writing so much, and I appreciate all of you, old and new! 

Hopefully within the next week I will have some new things for you to enjoy :) 

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The people of Pompeii knew what it felt like to burn, but I wonder if the shaking and these demons I've stifled are side effects to my own eruption.

I’ve set my soul on fire so many times for you