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…
So I thought I would do something a bit different. I hope you accept this challenge and then comment below or write a blog about your experience and link it back to me! Don’t hurt yourself!!!!! Blog Challenge #1 Rubber Band Challenge
The dark room smelled like muddy, rusty iron. It was hot in the room despite how cold the darkness made her feel inside. Her space had a small room with a working toilet and a simple shower stall. At first the dripping shower head was annoying but over time she began humming to its rhythm. …
She sat swinging her newly painted toes over the edge of the tailgate. The truck was baby shit yellow, roughed up from one to many fender benders, and had a burn mark on the hood from an engine fire it had endured in its past. But it was hers until she could afford a car…
The ending to the story…. This post will be short and to the point because I don’t want to linger with these thoughts much longer. I know I have to concentrate on me. I worry now about the worry I have placed on my friends and family…added stress and anxiety. But this is honesty…it feels…
It was late… I was home, had my game face on and was trying my best to be a wife and mom. I had gone to a festival with my family, met some friends there, and had a good time. On the sidelines though taking up space in my head were some insecurities brewing. In…
Inspired by a loved one but dedicated to all of those people in the world who don’t give up. I know depression is a cycle, it is hard to be around, to witness, to be sucked into. Many times watching someone go through depression makes you exhausted and leaves you feeling helpless. But words do…
I stand at the edge of the river with my eyes closed convinced my tears had filled the ravine. Time is passing but how quickly doesn’t matter it just is and I am passing right along with it. Sitting here in this world where nothing mattered felt like home. Your tears feel warm on my…
MY BUCKET LIST……….. Strange but True Get interviewed for the news (sound smart and look descent) Be at the right place at the right time to save someone’s life Have an outfit I make win a contest Fit into a REAL size 4 Speak in front of a group and receive a standing ovation Sing…
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