I walked outside one summer night, nothing and no one in my sight. I heard an old owl singing softly, I cried “my love is singing to me.” When we were young, he sang that song, I’d close my eyes and sing along. I used to think he was just a silly boy, but then… Continue reading An Owl’s Song
God it hurts so bad- to lose the one you wish you had. You gave me all of your pretend love- called me your angel from above. I was a Saint and you were my hell- you shoved me back into my shell. You promised you’d hurt me- I just had to wait and see.… Continue reading The Saint Loves the Sinner
My friends constantly say “you don’t know what you’re worth,” “you need to figure out who you are and who you want to be,” “you have to love yourself before you can love someone else,” “you need to stop settling for guys who don’t deserve you. You deserve a good guy…” I just want to… Continue reading Know Your Worth.
I gave you a chance, I followed your dance, Straight down the hallway past romance. As I walked by the shower, I saw a single flower, It gave me a wink, and said, “fight the power.” “What power?” I thought. Then I was shot, By a loveless robot. Jokes on him-I can’t die. How could… Continue reading The Flower Called Romance
I’ve written about how I suck with relationships and I never expect any to last, so I just don’t do it and all that shit…but I didn’t understand why I am this way and that I could come up with lots of reasons, but none of them felt right. It finally hit me the other… Continue reading Expectations.
I haven’t been able to sleep lately. I get in bed and my mind is flooded with nonstop thoughts. Every noise in the house seems to be amplified. My heart races and sometimes I can’t hardly catch my breath. What is it with these restless nights? I have to be up by 6:30, so tonight… Continue reading Climb out of the darkness.
With all of the shootings and stuff going on lately, my heart is breaking. When I watched the video of Alton Sterling‘s wife being interviewed-or giving a speech-addressing the nation…I started bawling. When his 15 year old boy began weeping-loudly-and saying, “I want my dad…” I couldn’t even begin to contain my tears. I can… Continue reading Love and Peace.