I talked to you yesterday Even though you’re not here I talked to you again today And I will tomorrow too You always had this way Of just… Listening With your eyes With your smile With your heart You had this quiet way And I hope you don’t mind But I am going to keep…
Please welcome my #BeReal Relationships guest today, Amanda Eifert. It was along time before I had my first ‘real’ relationship. I went on Plenty Of a Fish, a dating site, because my friend had met her husband there. My now ex-boyfriend, was not like the other men I talked to on the site. He…
Please welcome my #BeReal Relationships guest today, Craig Spence. Reality is changing. Folks, I have a confession to make: For the last little while, meaning since about this time last year, I’ve neglected to mention a tiny piece of information. Not so much an out-and-out lie, more one of omission, but a lie still…
I have a drawer full of stars A reminder of who we are All the bones we collected Have lost their meaning And are piling up useless All I have left of the world Is this drawer full of hopes Remnants of what came Memories of what’s gone Just left over bone dust And the…
There are moments when the world will fade and the only thing left will be your own choices staring back at you like soldiers on a battle ground waiting for your next command.
Your eyes Absorbed My reality And reflected An image I’d never seen And I was born Fully new Beautifully Drawn Into a world I never Want to leave
I can claim nothing For nothing is mine I shed candy tears Down the precipice Of skin covered years I break down, devolve Curl up into a ball And wish for nothing For nothing is mine
Your words Specifically Formed Strung themselves Into paralleled Straight lines Your thoughts True stories Memories Told meticulously Very, very carefully Upon the screen For all of us to read And if not for that I’d have missed The beauty That is you
Life is hard. Just navigating all the necessary bullshit is frustrating enough. I can do without all the unnecessary stuff. Gossip, rumors, competition, backbiting, jealousy… Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to distinguish a person’s real intent just by looking at them? What happened to authenticity? Sometimes I feel like asking people to fill…
I am not a writer. I am very adamant on this point. I write but that doesn’t make me a writer. A writer spends many hours learning the art of writing. They learn the rules and understand its etiquette. I know some amazing writers and to call myself a writer would seem disrespectful. BUT you…
