After a long day, I like to run away, To a place I like to call home, Where I can be all alone. My bed, My kitchen, My bathroom, My living room. All of these places, Are my getaway spaces. A no judgement zone Where I can be all alone. Day 5 🙂
Tag: poetry
Know your Lane
A lot of people tend to speak on subjects in which they know nothing about. We want to peg ourselves as experts, yet haven’t done the edtensive research behind those aspects; or better yet, they just have not lived in them. I like to believe that there is always a life twin; a person who…
Day 3: Skin Intolerance
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 brings fear…
Blogging 201, Day 2: Kindred love: an Ode to Kynnedy ( the Acrostic)
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. Today’s…
Blogging 201: Day 1: What Lies between us
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.
The Other Woman’s Story: Part III
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
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
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…
Write, Live and Love 