Find Some Other…

You were never this way, you say I made you this way It is me who is responsible for your words, your rage But you are a good person You love and respect women And now that you are done with me You’ll just find some other “Bitch” you say Some other Bitch you say  

Voluntary Sacrifice

All the fighting, the passive aggressiveness, the mind games, the hard to get games, the blame games. I'm so exhausted by it. Underneath all of the melodrama is just fear. Fear of rejection, fear of facing ourselves. Fear of that deep, dark abyss. We're grabbling for control to try and prevent the inevitable. To avoid... Continue Reading →

The Month of May

My favorite writer submitted this post for review a couple of years back and I am just now seeing it. Still relevant. Love you, Jules. Here in the South people usually think of April and May as the best weather months. They like the sunshine, the warm days and cool nights, the soft winds, brisk... Continue Reading →

Walking on Water

I've been doing this thing as soon as I wake up in the morning. I'll watch my thoughts as they come and go. I don't act on them, I don't judge them. I just watch the show. Occasionally, there is a space between the thoughts. An interruption in the stream. And sometimes I have visions... Continue Reading →

“I’m Like Nostradamus”

Blah. Okay. I'm going to get personal because other than describing this experience, I don't know how else to communicate this arrogant tendency that high conflict people have of claiming they can predict your every move. We all have wounds, right? Of course we do. I've been in a decade long love affair that has... Continue Reading →

Scars Meridian

Scars. Who am i? If beauty is skin deep? You can read my palms say that i'm strong. But read up my sleeves, "You're weak." No Reach me robeless, When you breach these cotton sheets, Breaking down my walls. affirming my all, En ergizing the call ing to be who we're craving To be. But... Continue Reading →

Scars Crescendo

(A short song) Scars of Yesterday Screaming; liines of the times, i let myself die! Allowed shit to fly that Made me bring back! that Confuse-defense feedback 4 Confused-effense feedback these high stakes ,that, i didn't make. - I un-der-Stand that! & I can now Stand thE time i fell flat on my pain! -... Continue Reading →

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