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Bare Bones (Poem)

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Let the moon dance on your skin
grant it access
let it sink in deep,
let it wash all your anxieties,
soaking you washing you clean,
leaving you with bare bones.

Feel the darkness be wiped away
feel your body become whole again,
let your fingertips be kissed
and don’t pull back,
welcome this soul cleansing,
this is what we all need,
to show that we all need love,
show we all need comfort,
to be rid of any anxieties,
we need to be washed
let our bones soak in the moonlight.

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A New Author Website and Future Changes

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This is exciting news, and I couldn’t wait to tell all of you lovely people who follow this site and read all of my poems. There has been an official author website for all of my poetry books and novels that will soon follow; it had been something that had been in a long process because I wanted it to feel like it was me and went along with all of my poetry books that have been released, and will be released within the next couple of years.

You can go over to the website and sign up for all author reading and signing events, updates, all other sorts of amazing things. Just follow the link: Loni Hoots

There will be other changes to my holistic healing practice Simple Life, Simple You. This site will become like a blog full time, whereas the company will actually be separated from my poetry work, and will have its own website as well. Not only will it have its own website and be more updated in every aspect, it will be easier for all of you to book appointments for reiki healing sessions, stress management counseling, and other healing sessions. But that is not the last thing that is going to be changed to my healing practice, it will also have a new name. The motto will stay the same: Where Healing Begins at the Core, because that is what I believe in, and will always continue to believe in. The changes for my practice will be changing in 2018 and will make announcements of progress along the way.

As a writer and a healer, I am ecstatic about all of the changes that are occurring because it means that my dreams and ambitions are becoming more of a reality and let’s be honest, we all want to see our dreams and passions become reality.

 

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We Are Humans (Poem)

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We are humans therefore we ache,
we are not some robot
who has no feelings,
who cannot cry,
who cannot feel hate.
We are humans who all wish,
we wish for the same thing,
we wish for love,
we wish for comfort,
we wish for someone to ease the pain.
We are humans,
we all have the same things
from a heart to a mind,
to blood racing in our veins,
so it is time to stop this war that is filled with hate.

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Last Night I Forgave Myself (Poem)

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Last night I forgave myself,
it was something I had never done before,
something that I never thought would happen,
something that came out of nowhere.
Last night I forgave myself,
for all of the harsh words I once spoke
the words that I spoke to my body,
the words that I spoke to my mind,
the words that I spoke to my heart.

Last night I finally forgave myself
and told my reflection in the mirror
that I would never do such a thing again,
I finally forgave myself,
and now, I am content.

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Faith (Poem)

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She was made of broken pieces
ones that were placed together by faith,
faith in herself,
faith in humanity,
faith in the fact that she would never shatter.
Sure, she was terrified that someone might try,
try to shatter her dreams,
shatter the love she bore,
shatter her entire being,
but that didn’t matter,
she still had faith in herself.

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The Friend That Doesn’t Go Away: Dealing With Depression

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For years I fought it, I tried so hard, yet I had lost numerous times, more than I count actually. But then, I began to become friends with it, became friends with her. Well, we are more than an acquaintance but less than friends, so we are somewhere in the middle when it comes to our unhealthy relationship. Who is this friend, you ask, her name is Depression.

Depression has been with me since I can remember, she was first introduced to my mind at the age of 10 years old when I was constantly being bullied by classmates and feeling like a tiny little microorganism under a microscope that didn’t matter to the rest of the world. She was basically my monster, at least at that time she was a monster to me.

As I got older, she stuck around and somehow maneuvered herself into the position as an acquaintance. And we began a turmoil of a relationship that I would never want to put on my worst enemy (don’t have any enemies, but you see my point) through the gut-wrenching relationship I had gone through with my depression. And at times it was extremely bad that I found myself on the other end of things, and it was not pretty. I can honestly that I feel sorry for my mom, for my therapist, and for the friends who witnessed the scars and the aftermath of the crap I had done; but I am truly grateful that they were there for everything that I was enduring.

Although most of my life, depression was that monster that hid in my mind and tied me to my bed most mornings, made me scared and anxious to go to school the next day, or to even speak to another person; somehow, I had managed to become friends with the monster in my head. And to be honest, it was a scary thing to commit to, but I knew that I wanted to be friends with her instead of having her as an enemy. Trust me it was the right thing to do.

Coming to the conclusion of being friends with depression, it is still a rather awkward situation. Why? Because she is not like most people’s depression. She doesn’t come in episodes, she is actually there every day, every moment of every day. Some days she is heightened, other days she just chills out in the back of my mind making paper mache masks for some masquerade ball that she will never attend due to my social anxiety keeping her company. Nevertheless, she is there. And as I write this post, she is more heightened this time, and all I can think of doing is just lay in bed with Sherlock on Netflix, drowning out my horrid thoughts until she decides to calm down once more.  And that is perfectly fine because I know that my depression is trying to cope with certain things, trying to compartmentalize every aspect of my mind and the scene around me.

Having a friend like depression there with me every day of my life is something that I feel like would never have happened if I hadn’t gotten the help I needed with a therapist and having the support from family and friends, but I am glad to have my friend, depression, there with me, because she has brought so many creative poems, stories, and songs, even if she didn’t mean to bring any harm.

**If you are dealing with depression, or know anyone who is dealing with depression, please see a therapist, or call the national suicide hotline: 1.800.273.8255

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Before The Sun Rises(Poem)

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It doesn’t matter how bright the moon shines,
you still linger,
linger in my memories,
desperately trying to drown me.

My only sorrow is that I have yet to
make a friend out of you,
and I don’t know what to do,
I need to know how to make amends
with the monsters in my head,
before the sun rises for another day.