Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Punched in walls Scribbled pages ——— Torn All mute testimony To her anguished cries Rat’s nest of fear Addiction, fury Ideation, escape All because of scribbled pages ——— Torn Punched in walls Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Photo Credit: Read more
I know that songs can erupt into moments. you do not need to dare me I will do mostly anything you want for me to be your naughty girl good girl any type you want. I could transform into diverse beings, you would think I haunted your mind I can Read more
I needed a good scare. Something that felt like a roller coaster, but without the height. Entering my fiftieth year, I was contemplating my bucket list and my singledom. A wise friend had told me that “Doing something interesting will make you an interesting person,” so I decided that a Read more
You don’t have to be lonely. I am right here waiting to light up your eyes. I am a dying sun and you are right, I am the realest danger around, but I had to become this white dwarf to learn – men would/will study my ways. So I do, Read more
It happened on Pleasant street where echoes of laughter ring from three girlfriends living a Dream and birthday celebrations ushering a coming of age brokered by a smile in the dark and “Nice black friend You’ve got there.” Photo Credit: d26b73 Flickr via Compfight cc
