Rejection and Reactions

Rejection can be difficult to accept. No one wants to be rejected by another person but the reality is it will happen. In my experience, most people have not responded well. This needs to change.

There are many reasons why someone might reject another person that has nothing to do with the other person. Perhaps, they are not ready to date or be in a relationship. Maybe they have suffered too much trauma and would rather focus on themselves. Maybe they are going through something personal and feel it wouldn’t be fair to another person to also deal with that struggle. Perhaps they’ve had too many bad experiences and prefer to be alone at this point in life. Regardless, it is the choice of that person to reject another.

If it is a reason related to the person being rejected they could lack the self-awareness to realize this. The conversation could be uncomfortable to have and result in hurt feelings. In my opinion, looks are not healthy to solely focus upon but if a person is not attracted whatsoever to the other person this can be a hindrance. If a person has bad hygiene, dresses inappropriately when invited to certain places, and/or doesn’t take care of themselves it can be a major red flag and turn off. Some will say it is shallow to look at appearance but in reality it is the first thing the world sees and responds to. If everyone showed up to an interview with inappropriate attire, they would be less likely to make a decent impression. Same goes for dating. Also, people have preferences. Some might like certain fashions while others do not. Don’t try to bend yourself to another person as well and lose yourself. Some people will accept the look you’re going for. Why change when the person you’re seeking could be right around the corner?

Too often, people cannot handle rejection because it hurts. It deep down makes a person wonder why but my point here is to help those hurting to understand there could be a reason that has nothing to do with you or if it does then it could be personal preference. What’s not okay to do is belittle, degrade, humiliate and/or continuously ask why if the person doesn’t feel comfortable discussing it. For all you know they could have had an awful past experience and you’re adding to their anxiety. Also, it is never a good look to not be able to handle rejection. If anything it validates the other person’s decision that you are not ready to handle dating let alone a relationship. Healthy people eventually move on and accept the decision. Healthy people don’t let other people dictate their value either. Like I said, someone could be around the corner who is the right fit but some people are too focused upon the person who rejected them. Handle rejection with grace, class, and respect. Value yourself enough to walk away and find someone else.

Flying Monkeys in Society

When someone says something awful about another person most people will wonder why? Some do not. In fact, they might go so far as to become a flying monkey for a disordered individual. By flying monkey, I mean do their bidding for them. These types of people don’t want any legal consequences for false statements about another person. Or they want to intentionally confuse their target to the point where the person has no idea where it is originating from.

Unfortunately, I have had to deal with this too often. I believe the intention is to isolate, intimidate, and humiliate the target until they either: a) become angry. b) develop a mental health issue. c) walk away feeling defeated. Regardless it is an absolute dehumanizing experience I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. Personally, I have been told or been confronted with the following rumors: A) I’m biologically male when I’m biologically female. B) My medical condition is contagious when I don’t have any contagious diseases. C) I’ve had audio of me manipulated to paint me in an awful light. D) Told I was lying about experiencing abuse when I have proof. E) I have never worked in my life when I have. F) I’m an addict when the people spreading this tried to peer pressure me into becoming one. G) I live in my Mom’s basement which is untrue. H) My art is not my own when I can prove it is.

Imagine being stuck defending yourself from untrue statements that not only have real-life consequences but leave you with trauma. Imagine waking up each day trying to simply move on but having a group of people focused upon not letting you do so. I can say with confidence, even after all the injustices done to me that I have never contacted someone’s friends, family, or new lover in attempt to derail their life. I have let some of the worst characters walk away into their own karma without intervening to that extent.

Flying monkeys have become socially accepted to the point where victims are now villains. People have no clue they are supporting the further abuse of others by supporting and speaking gossip about the person who escaped. If they do have a clue, they are just as disordered as the person who originated such manipulation. A chunk of society needs to wake up to the fact at some point they supported some of the worst people because of the discrediting and smearing of victims by flying monkeys. Until people are educated on the red flags associated with smear campaigns and flying monkeys they will continue to be part of the problem.

Like a Wave

You came in like a wave

Took over my shore

Caused nothing but pain

Built your castles with pieces of mine

Put my soul in a bind

Wrapped my mind with pieces of twine

Then took off in a boat

Waving at the shoreline

If the waves could speak

The story would be endless in time

I’d say I wish you the best

But it’d be a lie


There’s no honor in what you did

There’s no fear in my heart within

I’ll strike you down, you’re full of sin

Now you’re peddling backwards

Thinking it’s a win


You came in like a storm

But I’m used to waves crashing upon my shore

Enough has been said

I’ll anchor your head

With the thoughts you gave me

Left me depressed in bed

Prepare for the blind travels up ahead

But without the stars

A ship is empty lead

Just like your soul

Gluttonous, waiting to be fed

It’ll always leave you shipwrecked

Surrounded by destruction and death

Now I’m sailing away off to new shorelines

Time on my side, no longer in a bind

I feel the sunshine replace the moonlight

The sunshine replace the moonlight.

Smoke Fills His Eyes

Standing in his tower

Waiting to devour

All the peasants with his presents

But they can’t be bought

Then lights up cigarette

The smoke fill his eyes

To no surprise

The illusionist denies his lies

Ashes on the floor

Fire waiting at the door

Spins it in his hand once more

One more shot of whiskey, poured


And he says: I was good to them

Can’t sleep at night

Long enough to pretend

Tried to bend their will

But they all move on, mend


Standing in the bar

Waiting for happy hour

And all the girls that look like her

But can be lured

Then lights up another cigarette

Playing all her old songs on cassette

To no surprise

They don’t see the illusionist’s lies

Booze on the floor

Users around wanting more

Starts another cycle once more

One more woman destroyed, until he’s bored

Until he’s bored….

Nothing More Fragile Than a Memory

There’s nothing more fragile than a body
Maybe a grain of sand in the wind
But when you break it down
It’s really the same thing
Her eyes looking up at me
The color leaving her skin
Will be a memory I’ll never be able to erase
But I helped her gain closure within

Now you’re flying like a bird
Free of suffering and pain
Sorry the world failed you
It’s full of sin
But you’re a beautiful soul
And sometimes they take the good ones first
Dry your tired eyes
I’ll hold on for you
Until every fragment of my being bursts

There’s nothing more fragile than a memory
Maybe a cell the mind cannot comprehend
But when you break it all down
There’s still fragments unwilling to bend
Her hand held in mine
Withstood all the pressures of time
Her light could leave the whole world blind
Rest your soul, dear
I’ll take on the path and find
A way to give the voiceless a voice
All the pain people punish without asking why?

RIP Nana Pat. This is dedicated to her. I’ve been avoiding posting this since she passed and have been processing everything…but I feel like it needs to be shared.

Two Paths Diverged and They Try to Claim Both

I’m too tired to explain

All they do is complain

I’m in a different reality

They try to shift blame

Pretend online to be sane

While I psychoanalyze their brain

Then two paths diverge, they try to claim…


I’m crawling on my knees, they mock

Throw rocks

Acting justified for causing roadblocks

Every time I try to light my own fire

Projecting jealousy like it’s a new attire

Trying to clip my wings before I aspire

Pray on my downfall while being a liar

Must have a projection to fill

Too much time to kill

Misdirected hatred to spill

While claiming I’m the one who needs a pill

No medication could build them character

No redemption is left for the disparager

No one wants to be around the instigator

Time to reflect, some were never fair to her

I’m too angry to respond

All they do is a cyclically move on

I’m like a different song

Where our melodies don’t get along

They’re out of key trying to say I’m wrong

So jealous of women who are strong

Have to settle for the one who’s weak like a fawn

Prey upon them like they’re roadkill at dawn

While people like me wait for you to make a mistake

Seal your own fate behind gates

That’ll never open

To leave another dove without wings

Try to gaslight, move things

I’m setting your psyche up in flames

Had enough of all the mind games

Dimming your false light

Until you’re proven insane

It’s my time to reclaim

The will they tried to tame.