Tuesday, the day before graduation and I am silently cheering my baby girl on as she works hard to complete last-minute assignments. It happens. She was so swamped during the school year with community service programs, orchestra performances, and Ariya duties that her work suffered. Man...I know the feeling. College was like this for me. … Continue reading It’s almost graduation day!
Short breaths my mind swims causing dizziness I bite down to brave the darkness. Short breaths my eyes roll to see nothingness I buckle under pressure of the weight of love. Short breaths I fall into and out of love in quick succession back to back who's the light of my world and who paints … Continue reading Faint / Call Me
A glimpse of moonlight, a sultry touch of heat, a little of something familiar, a breath of something sweet. Staring down into pretty brown eyes beneath me, muscles roll and flex waiting patiently for his surprise can't wait to see what's next. Tugging hair gently kissing skin so sweet I can't even begin to think … Continue reading This mood…💋💋💋 / Thoughts On Writing
How could you be so strong when I was so weak? How could you be so brave when I could barely speak? How could you go out and find your way? When all I ever wanted was for you to stay? How could I know that you needed space and time to heal? How … Continue reading The Break-Up/ I’m too human!
It feels heavy, it feels like Kleenex and booze, it feels like wet pillow cases and puffy eyes. I'm not ready to get down to that yet, it's begging to be dealt with. But all I can do is give heavy *sighs* Mind twisted, troubles listed - in long columns in diary entries. Trying to … Continue reading Tear Therapy / 42 is the answer 43 not so much…
I'm trying to be somebody great. I'm trying to see what I'm capable of. I'm trying to see if I'm just living to die I'm trying to see if I really need love. What if I don't come through this time What if I slip and fall then fail What if I cast my net into … Continue reading I’m Trying To Be Great / Memories and more…
How does it happen? What causes it to be? That I could be moving so slow, ready to drop to my knees. I drag myself to the kitchen toward the coffee pot and its contents, I need a cup. My eyes are bloodshot and I feel so low on the inside - I can't even … Continue reading Sorcery thy name is coffee / Divine Inception