Today I am on the Feminine Collective. Being a mom is tough. I knew it would be. The moment my daughter began to kick at my insides I began worrying about my ability to protect her. How would I strike the balance between imparting knowledge and preserving her innocence? I didn’t realize then that sex…
Sins accent is thick and heavy Its eyes are dangerously dark It wears such a sexy smile The kind I dream about Sin begins to dance Taunting me with its sex Beautifully mesmerizing Its body whispering in the shadows Hands reaching for mine And just like that I am drawn into its arms It holds…
Tangled up in Messy sheets Clothes ripped Shredded and torn Lying scattered On the floor Wild passions Breaking silence Give me what I need Let’s leave love Out in the hall Dive in deep Stay down low Until you just can’t Breathe anymore Filling empty spaces Muscular tension Dissolving stresses Everything you want Is everything…
I love when poetry tells a story but even more when it makes you feel. The great thing about this poem is how “Punk Rock Papa” Briton Underwood put himself in another gender’s shoes. WALK OF SHAME by Briton Underwood If these city streets could talk They’d speak about your late night walks And the…
I really can’t even believe I am writing this post… My heart hurts every time I see someone end their life because they feel shame. Young girls and probably boys who trust too easily and crave love and attention are caving to the peer pressure to send boobies… or more. Today, no matter how much…
The moment shakes my breath Unsteady and uneven streams Of exhales and inhales flow As the moon throws shadows Playing hide and seek on walls Protecting me from beliefs That existed on the other side Of these satin white sheets Ideas meant to shape me Plotting to steal my identity Don’t tell me I am…
You know those lights In the sky rises downtown How you look and wonder What’s going in there Youth is in there Long lean legs Secretarial lips Random raises In executive ties Dreams bought Nightmares sold As the lights go out One by one by one Until daylight Finally dawns And the aging reality…
Rain pounded down outside Vibrating off window panes Resetting the cadence of time Our hearts were stepping to Fingers sat tangled in my hair As whispering breath lingered Around curves we’d laid bare Distant thunder beat its chest As our souls exchanged light Two lives connected and directed Like moths fighting to feel fire Some things don’t require…
Today Katarina Schultz is here to recount her experience with bullies. This type of bullying is very prevalent and has been occurring in grade schools for many decades. Boys and girls learning to be men and woman pushing boundaries and sometimes, at the expense of others, learning how to either respect or disrespect the opposite…
This is my final Sage/Grimm post. Well… it is more of a Thank You post and a please read Grimm post!!!!! Sage has asked me to let everyone know he should be back up and running by Friday and to have a Happy Thanksgiving! When do fictional characters become real? When we fall in love…
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