No High Vibes Required

Ever just need to write it out? The happiness, the anger, the sadness, the grief, the discomfort, the rejection... I'm a poem writer when I need to express emotions. I don't even know where I learned to write poems or why I do it but it's extremely therapeutic. I can leave the intense emotions flowing through me on paper and move forward in the world from a more emotionally stable place.

This poem is for all the "high vibration" people out there. Check your privilege before you try to tell someone to just be positive or change their perspective. Do you, perhaps, have resources and opportunities others do not? Do you have the flexibility to care for yourself when you need to without having to question whether or not stepping away from obligations will cause a ripple affect in your job, home life, or affect people you care for?

Maybe the act of raising of our vibrations is more about sitting still... being... as we are, without trying to control or impose something positive on it. Perhaps it's not about being positive at all. I urge the collective to heal yourselves deeply before you try to "help" others because the surface level spirituality is bull shit and invalidating to the human experience. Wake up! You're doing more harm than good. Also, please enjoy these photos of me dually expressing gratitude for sunshine/friends + being a sad fuck. It feels good to just be honest... I'm a sad fuck right now.

I'm so cold and broken,

While you create and illustrate a world, wide open.

It must be nice to be chosen,

To be born with a heart golden.

To be wrapped in rainbows,

Swaddled by the clouds,

Compelled by the highest vibrations.

It's hard to not be bitter,

Asking, why not me?

Or to wonder who is greater.

I'm left to ponder,

Why you create from destruction,

And obliteration feels like my creation.

It just doesn't add up,

The math isn't there.

I feel like a good person but,

I fail to compare.

"Life is not a comparison"

"We are all on our own journeys"

But, fuck that shit,

These words are the worst medicine.

It reminds me of a notion,

Passed down by high authority;

"To work harder", "work harder", "harder"

… I'm fucking tired.

You see,

Some people aren't born,

In a world of concessions.

Each readily available,

upon the previous succession.

Yours to take and to try,

And to preach to others,

That what they can only idealize.

But, you teach it as principle,

Achievable by vibe.

As if to take the leap,

Equates to a life in which we thrive.

You take no consideration,

And quite possibly deny,

Your stow away, your fall backs,

Your own personal supply.

The imagery you create,

Though intended to give hope.

Suffocates and deflates,

Upon closer look.

I'm just one opinion,

But, I do hope you consider,

That your ideas are dogmatic.

Meer authority transfigured!

Signed,

Mandeebeth