The following post is a poem written by my best friend. I wish I could display some of his choreography on here but words will have to do. He is perfectly imperfect and strives to be his own strength in the most beautiful way! My lighthouse light Is shining brighter than white Can’t you see…
Another joint post! I had a hard time with this one because I felt like adding anything would take away from the beauty of his poem. Well so I guess this is two poems for the price of one! Hope you enjoy! by Brainsnorts and HastyWords. Curse the glass Of the clock, preventing me from…
Another joint blog! I really love these joint projects. Thanks for working with me. This one is done by A Soul’s Walk and I. The day I fell to pieces went Other than I planned and all that I had thought was right echoed as it broke. Colliding with myself an Emotional frenzy…
I am pretty stubborn and I am really good at making everything about me. I have been told I borrow emotion from people, but really I think it means I am a thief. “Oh…no…here comes that girl Hastywords…watch out she will steal your emotions!” Now that I know I have this super power I am…
I am not a girl anymore. I know I am long past that part of my life. It is good though, to go back and visit her. My best friend helps me to stay in contact with her. I think part of why I enjoy his company is his youth…I lost mine…so I borrow his. …
I woke up singing. That is not a good thing for anyone but me. “There was love all around but I never heard it singing no, I never heard it at all ’till there was you!” What in the *&%$ has gotten into me? Don’t get me wrong I like it but it isn’t the…
People who know me or know OF me are always surprised when I tell them I am very socially awkward. Being social takes a whole lot of bravery and constant mental pep talks. For a very long time I was content just working, being a wife, going to school and then one day it included…
Sometimes just writing, even if it makes no sense, is healing. I wrote this as a series of texts to my best friend about a year ago. I was sad, confused, and had nothing to say but he encouraged me to just text even nonsense if it helped me feel connected. I texted this to…
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.” by Sylvia Plath This quote keeps running through my head. It was on my mind as I shut my eyes to sleep and on my mind again as I awoke this morning. When I shut my eyes…
I tossed and turned all night last night thinking of this and that. I slept off and on dreaming about this and that. I woke up thinking I needed a nap from all the exhausting this and that. I will apologize now if this is a rambling post, there are bound to be a few…
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