The Jacket
The ruthless cold shakes my being,
flooding me with memories,
reminding me of the days I walked naked,
freezing to death by my consuming pain.
Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
The ruthless cold shakes my being,
flooding me with memories,
reminding me of the days I walked naked,
freezing to death by my consuming pain.
Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.
By the way, in case you didn’t know, one can live with half a heart, half a soul. Yes, the blood still flows thru veins, the legs still move, the pulse still pulses.
Isn’t that simply astounding?
The landing at the top of the stairs sounded the loudest lament. Her fingers traced the expansion and contraction lines on the white-washed plaster walls as she took the first steps slowly, navigating the bowed and weakened wood on the stairs. The house and her family were accustomed to her. Read more
Every edge that I jump from; every memory that I try to bury within the freckled folds of my unkempt bedsheets; every word that I take back and fill my half-empty stomach with (never not empty); all comes back like gruel on the back of a bathroom sink. I hear Read more
once this time when we had a nice computer and i was not so nice to myself i photoshopped my face turning muddy hazel eyes to blue turning brown hair to blond getting rid of hair anywhere it did not need to be blurring, sculpting, perfecting erasing myself i said Read more
I’ve heard the term many times in my life. I’ve even used it a couple of hundred times or so. I have understood this stereotype to encompass women or teenage girls that are seeking out attention through sexual activity or behaving sexually inappropriately. Daddy issues are more complex than the Read more
My father was known for his positive and motivating adages. I have dreaded the mere thought of this day for my entire life. I have thought that the day my father’s heart stops beating will be the day that I take my very last breath. I have thought I can not Read more