Welcome to Clouded Kinks
Exploring the emotional twists and turns of being humans stuck on earth.
Madness Behind the Beauty
Am I beautiful But what does that mean And what if I wasn’t Because one day I won’t be My smile will wrinkle up And my teeth will wear and chip away My hair will turn grey like the fur on a wolf And the skin on my hands will raisin My laughter will grow dry And my body will ball up and become small So am I beautiful Deeply hung out on a picture not even in full frame There are no vivid colors and vibrant patterns Just symmetric and square Blank
Lunar Goddess
“You can't get close to me My body is a trophy And my body is an orchestra Made up of strong and brown ebony wood Pleasing to your eye and easy in your hands Hard to master Hard to commit I’ll only give back what you put in My mind is a puzzle Knotted and tied Consumed in anxiety Blanketed in depression Exploding with anger Leaking love My body is a trophy It will take you a lifetime to reach me I know you’ll die trying”
Thought Piece
Reflecting on the journey to becoming my best self, life is simple but complicated. Plain but not parallel. No direct cardinal point. There's not even a map that can be made, for there are way too many paths to cover, way too many roads to pave. So I crowd and pack onto that one road and try to stuff myself into the fine lines of people's expectations because disappointing hurts. When I disappoint myself and others I hold dear, I know that without pain my happiness would mean little to nothing, so I cherish it and bask in every joyful moment I get. It's the feeling of being uncomfortable that makes me strive to grow, and knowing I can be better is inspiring. When I work to achieve my goals, it's beyond fulfilling, most of all...
About Me
A space where thoughts flow freely and emotions are untangled. I'm a 21-year-old girl from Nashville, Tennessee. My whole life I've dealt with purity culture and strict expectations on being myself. Growing up religious makes me carry a lot of guilt. I judge myself, and I blame myself for what others do. I write about that. I feel that we are all searching to be freed.