I have written with Joshua Stewart several times and each time it has been quick and easy. Sometimes writing styles and emotions just come together effortlessly. In fact, I think he is pretty much the male version of me. Today, I would like to give you guys a chance to get to know him a…
Daily Promt : Life Line You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you? She got off the plane to meet up with her husband who had to sit towards the front of the craft. “Hey beautiful!”…
We are all bully capable. The problem is some kids and adults are serial bullies. As a society we want to discourage bully mentality. Sometimes we don’t do enough and sometimes we do too much. There are hundreds of stories of people who don’t do enough, but I would like to point out that sometimes…
Don’t believe the lies inside your head. Everyone should feel loved. Everyone is worth love. I have heard the voices and they are cruel and if you let them they will bully you. Never give up… never let go! Your kiss sends me flying Above natures golden leaves Your words send me diving Into waters…
There are triggers, even today, more than 20 years later that create an uncontrollable reaction. When triggered I become some strange Quinton Tarantino character acting in one of his famous satirical non-linear story lines. I just want to beat my head against the wall until all I feel is the wall’s unmovable strength and all…
Did you know I have read some of my poetry on soundcloud? Yea…against my better judgement, because I hate my voice. However, I do feel like sometimes you get more from hearing than reading. Sometimes you reach people who would never read a poem. Why am I telling you this now? Because you should listen…
Helena sent this to me one night via email. I had to share. So many of us have been in this place… Written by Helena Hann-Basquiat Blink and you’ll miss me Turn away and I’ll be gone What am I? This isn’t a riddle it’s an identity crisis that for lack of a mirror…
I cut trap doors into your floors Sinister cracks hidden by daylight As I wait for you inside obscurity Waiting for you to mess up, give up Until you decide to let go, give in Come, And fall into my dark Come, And get infected by my night Let me confine you for a bit…
How come nobody told me The fucking edges are liquid There are no solid ledges No lingering to look down No safe place to rethink Because the edges are liquid Calming from a distance They ripple, roll and wave Eventually pulling you in Lulling you into a dream But once inside fantasy The edges…
I’ve been here Well… Here and there But mostly here And I am tired Monsters chase Demons follow Consistent bellows From the gallows Sheeted ghosts Worn out Torn holes Becoming rips Leaving me here Trying to decide If I should continue Not just here But there as well Some days I am the sheeted ghost…
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