Today my #BeReal guest is Laron Chapman. I am happy to share this project embracing the idea WE ARE ALL UNIQUE. Let’s help him break stereotypes. I have always said that if all we knew about each other (or ourselves) was that which was depicted in the media, we would all be justified in…
My #BeReal guest today is Shone Hartery. I’m sitting in the this cafe on this freezing cold March afternoon waiting for roadside assistance to come save the day for the second time in 2 weeks! ! Now this fact would make one shake their head but no my friends this is just the beginning of…
My #BeReal guest today is John Michael Antonio. So the question is – what does being real mean to me ? First off, I have to fully recognize that what I am going to call being real is probably going to offend some people. This is not going to make me hesitate from telling the truth…
My #BeReal guest today is Adrianna Joleigh. I hate you. Don’t leave me. As a toddler, nothing quite says, “I love you,” like a good slap in the face by the person you trust the most. Some may think, “You’re a grown woman, old enough to get over it and move on.” Unfortunately, that’s not…
My #BeReal guest today is Katie Bingham-Smith. I just yelled at my son. I am not wearing makeup, I am not dressed. My house is peppered with Lego pieces, folded laundry and forts made from pillows and blankets. I ate too much pizza and I am crabby. This is me being real, right now.…
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I’ve discovered in the search for who I am that I’m not just one thing. You see… I kept making the mistake of trying to define myself. I am not JUST anything. I am all the different colors between and including black and white. I am a prism reflecting myself into the world. I…
Nightfall crawls restless Inside invisible veins Caressing my shoulders With shadowy hands Kissing my lips, my body Feeding my hungry aches Anxious for its presence I lie still under its weight Miles from daybreak Praying that night Will absorb my lust And bury me Underneath fields of light
She fell from hands she couldn’t see She was being fed to monsters Left for… Not quite dead because Well… What’s the fun in that? As demons swarmed around her Leaving trails of venom Mixed with blood upon her soul She concentrated on the pain As their poison fangs sunk deep Aware that the initial…
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