She sat wondering what he saw in her She wasn’t the colorful person anymore The one that laughed louder than most Danced until her legs gave way to gravity She wasn’t the girl with the goth hair Or the one wearing the fishnets and heels She wasn’t that girl anymore She was too old, too…
I was raised by my dad to believe I was strong. That I could do anything I put my mind to. And I believed him. When it came to work ethic and morality I was as strong as most. Put a goal in front of me and I would smash it to pieces. But……
Around Valentine’s Day of this year my daughter told me she was going to celebrate strong women. She said not everyone has a boyfriend and (she was 12) not everyone wants one. So I thought let’s do it. So the question is simple. If you were going to celebrate a strong independent woman in your…
It has been a few ticks around the clock since I announced I wanted to do a strong independent woman series in honor of my daughter. Several people sent me their submissions and all of them have been very gracious to give me some time off before posting them. The truth is I needed these…
I received this email last Friday and wanted to share what my friend wrote. It reminds me of C.S. Lewis’s THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS, which is among my favorite written work. As my friend was in Texas enduring Harvey’s violence I was sitting here in Oklahoma wishing I could help somehow. Other than writing a few…
You are a clear and constant flickering of light Inside a galaxy made up of a billion other stars Yet you speak louder and shine much brighter Than all the suns that fight this celestial crowd I can feel your warmth penetrate the expanse Through celestial blizzards of cold darkness Just to be in…
I see my future Inside your eyes A predictable universe spinning Prying, preaching, reaching Narrow vision tunneling towards The very center of my core Pulling me from this black hole Into a world full of sparkling stars Inking hopeful fantasies Into detailed maps Where destinations Are drawn and colored My new reality Reflecting back at…
I had so many Simple dreams Like rivers Flowing endless Through my veins I had no reason To believe in them Or to deconstruct Their every seam But I caved Into a senseless Desperate yearning These ambitions Were much more Than imagining So indulgent Where these desires I’d dwell on them On every daydream In…
I don’t like the way the wind Has been shaking this house Empty and cold a place I constructed a life time ago The creaking Once a lullaby Now sounds like screams I can’t sleep I can’t think It’s the house telling me To get out, go away, move on And some days I just…
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