Tell me your secrets No need to lie I will eat them up And make them mine Crawl into my arms And make a home I’ll hold you tight And keep you warm Give me your tears I’ll collect them in a jar Shaped like my heart So you can face each end With a…
My #BeReal guest today is Ned Hickson. As a humor columnist, I get paid to be a truth-stretcher. An embellisher. A chronicler of life blown out of proportion. And I get to do it without living in Washington D.C. It’s a skill my mother will tell you I began honing at a young age…
Just one word With that glance Sound escapes Intense yearning Muffled by lips… Searching for Meaning for Trusting for Loving for Living for The one You’d die for
Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Dave Cenker. It started with a simple message. Would you consider writing for me? Just six words. I never expected such a simple request to unravel me on the inside. Truth be told, it was those last two words that really hit an emotional chord for me,…
Please welcome Kerry Kijewski as she gets real about love. Sometimes I think love, pain, shame, and embarrassment are so entwined, I can’t untangle them from one another. The strands of emotion and feeling are separable, if I really look at my past, in reflection, but in the moment I seem to make every…
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…
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…
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
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
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