The Other Woman’s Story: II

I’m willing to be kept in your back pocket, as long as it gives me the ability to be next to you. Read Part I here

The Joys a Child Brings

I never knew how much joy children really bring to your life, until I had one of my own. I could be having the worst day ever, I could want to cry my eyes out and lay in bed all day and do absolutely nothing; but my daughter makes that impossible. Since the day she…

How Did I Become the Third Wheel?!?!?

Photo Cred: askmen.com I was listening to the radio one morning and an awesome topic was being discussed. I couldnt wait to get to my computer to post my two cents about it lol! So, picture it. You’re calling up your closest girlfriend or guy friend to hang out one night; nothing too fancy, just…

Naked Truth

A bare face and a pure soul, I ask nothing more but for you to see me. I know this is new to you, something that you may not be used to, but I had a feeling that between all of the good vibes losing time in each other’s eyes, I lied to you. I…

What is Poetry? My Own Little Personal Essay

The closer I get to finishing my book, the more and more I think of publishing, and the more and more I think about the many times I told myself I would publish my poetry.  I have sang this tune to myself many times, and still I have not completed that task. It is a…

Your Love Never Existed for Me

I had fallen for you, So much that my soul yearned for any one of your 5 senses. I didn’t think it was possible, but you brought something up out of me that I thought was buried under a mountain of regret and broken hearts.  You were honest, you were pure. And that scared the…

Conquering Negativity

Negativity is a constant and inevitable part of life.  You will encounter negativity at every stage in life, and there is no way to escape it.  Someone will always have something to say or want to criticize you. The key is to learn how to rise above it, because it is not an easy task.

Food for Thought

We say we are in love, when in reality we are just existing in each other’s spaces waiting for the other to detach; when we know, neither one of us is brave enough to admit that love is more than existence. So do we love each other, or do we just exist with each other?

Missing You….A Dedication and Reflection

There are certain parts of my beginning semester of college that I remember all too well.  I remember the first friend I made, the first party I attended, the first time I wore pajama pants to class (living the true college experience).  The first month in particular was a very rough time for me, as…