New Phases

I have begun a new phase in my life recently. A lot has changed and many changes are coming still. I will not be going into those at the moment, but I will say that as I have evaluated my life I have found much about my life that I wish to change, and I have begun making them.
In celebration of these changes I'm posting a newer piece of mine here and will do my level best to post more often (I promise!)
So, without further ado my new post and my new poem!

Killing Kindness

I'm gonna hit you
Like a bullet between the eyes,
With kindness.
I'm gonna slay you
With my eyes,
Filled with joy and light.
I'm gonna kill you with my kindness.

I'm gonna hurt you and you're gonna like it.
I'm gonna kill you with kindness, darling.
You're gonna like it.

I'm gonna melt you with warmth,
With my arms around you.
I'm gonna love your flaws
With all of my flaws.
We're gonna be amazing
After I break you down.
I'm gonna kill you with kindness.

I'll put you back together
While I rebuild me.
My kindness is growing
Please don't flee.
-Constance

There it is! I hope you enjoyed reading it and getting to know this small piece of me.

The Humble

I know, it has been ages!!! Shame upon me! I've been without motivation and stuck in a funk of angst, creatively that is. I'm generally put out with the world and general idiocy of societal sheep and have suffered for it. I don't want to be the angry poet lady who rages at the world from her quiet corner of the blogger universe all of the time. I know that there are good things going on, merely overlooked by most or simply not given the praise it deserves.
In honor of the humble humans out there who give to others, lend a helping hand, or go beyond the call of duty in the name of kindness with no expectations of praise or acknowledgement in any form, this is for you. I wrote this several weeks ago, and now seems an apt time to drag it out of my journal and onto my blog.
I pray you enjoy it and that it inspires you to say thank you to the quiet humanitarian in your life and maybe commit an act of altruism yourself. It wouldn't hurt the world if we all did a little something for someone else anonymously here and there.

The Humble
The grandest humans
Are seldom the greatest.
The loudest champions
Are seldom true heroes.
The most generous
Are often without.
The unfailingly kind
Are often sorely used.

No parades thrown
Honoring their glory.
Few songs sung
Telling their story.
The rewards unseen,
A spiritual glory.
In other's shadows
Moving mighty mountains.
True gifts to humanity,
These ceaseless fountains.

-Constance

There you have it. God bless you all and may you all give a little to others in this season of giving.