Advertisements Here. There. Everywhere. I am here. I am there. I am everywhere. But still; nowhere. There’s nothing to show for where I’ve been. I close my eyes and try to make sense of these feelings; but all it is, is feeling. Feeling that I’ve tried to find explanation for but come up empty. ItContinue reading “Here.”
Advertisements You told me you would never make me cry, But I’m lying in bed with you, wiping away the tears from our last argument.
Advertisements It’s been a while, but I’ve been gathering thoughts; preparing to write. I have 2 new projects I’m about to start working on and I’m excited. I feel like I have the motivation to take on any and everything.
Advertisements Tuesday marked the 28th year the Lord has blessed me with life. I didn’t do much, aside from the adult obligations (license renewal and registration lol), but I enjoyed the day doing some things that I wanted to do. I took a lot of time to reflect on the things I want to accomplishContinue reading “#Year28”
Advertisements A prose about Skin: My skin….is tired. My skin feels powerless. There are people in this world, who have depleted my skin of its beauty, shine and luster and replaced it with sorrow, shame and insecurity. My skin has seen it’s impact on this world, this cold world with a cold soul. It bringsContinue reading “Day 3: Skin Intolerance”
Advertisements Kindred love, Your existence means more than words can say, No ways to define the joy you bring to my heart, Never will our bond break under the pillars of life’s struggles, Everlasting, unconditional love is what I promise to you, Dear sweet child of mine, You are my kindred love, forever and always.Continue reading “Blogging 201, Day 2: Kindred love: an Ode to Kynnedy ( the Acrostic)”
Advertisements So, I started the Blogging 201 Poetry challenge, and my first task was to write a poem about a screen. This was sort of difficult, but I did my best…lol. Enjoy You hinder our touch; Obstacle confines us; yet, Our love wavers, not.
Advertisements Our time is precious and sacred, because I know that eventually comes, and you have to return to her. Read Part I here Read Part II here
Advertisements I lay next to you in bed and I realize that our relationship is the rawest love story never told.
Advertisements 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
