“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”
~Nelson Mandela
I’ve decided to post a collection of all my poetry from Twitch and Jerk. I am starting at the beginning from when I founded TaJ. Here they are, in three parts. The first part is from the beginning through June 2011. The second part is July-December 2011. And the third part is January 2012 through now. I hope you enjoy them. 
January 11, 2012:
I step outside into the rushing wind. The pouring rain. The moisture in the air. The cloudy skies. The waving trees. Leaves falling. Feeling the drops of water fall onto my skin, seeping into my soul. I feel cleansed. I feel free. My worries are gone. Even if they come back after a moment, that moment was worth it. Breath in the crisp air. Smell of wet grass and damp wood. Tics are flying out, freeing my body from the ache to let them out. I am myself again. I am refreshed once more.
January 19, 2012:
Dawn. Where the sun’s rays pour into the sky, the ground. The smell of dew on fresh leaves. The cool, settled air resting on my face. Close my eyes. Take a deep breath in. The sun rises like bread in the oven. Red to orange to pink to yellow. The trees’ colors brighten. The birds chirp their sweet song of, “Good Morning!” A feeling of reassurance that the world is okay, that we all are okay. This is what happens when I start to doubt myself. Belief comes flying back. The morning is my confidence, rising like the sun
January 22, 2012:
Memories, my memories. How sour they were. How my heart broke when I was laughed at. How I was a monster for a while. How I was horrified, vulnerable, feeling broken about my disorder. How sweet my memories became. My life was changed. My heart mending, slowly. Used to the pain, annoyance, staring, giggles, scorns, whispers. Learning to smile. Learning to fight. Learning to love who I am. And I do. I am proud. I am weird, different. That’s what makes this world go round. Continue reading