When the night is still the baby wakes, Fulfilling dreams with sleep she takes, My worrisome heart trembles and quakes, But my legs stand strong for her. Uprooted from the world I’ve known, Bruised and scarred and yet not alone, Fighting for them and everything shown, My dreams are just within reach. A life that’s … More For Them
The two faced person I see before me is nothing more than a hollow shell wishing to exist, and I do not see it. I will not see it. To believe there is something there is to gaze upon it, to remain blind is to protect it, and to hate it is to get closure … More Disgusting
What more could you ask if the world were yours? Believe not and see not that you possess it, that it is in your hands; how dare you ask for adornments if you are draped in finery? Weighing more than the world you peddled, slump your body into and over a chair somnolent from … More Adornments Drown the Foolish
I haven’t picked up a pencil in what seems like years. I seem to remember that I was good at it and that I found great solace in picking up a pencil and creating what was in my mind; anything that struck my fancy. When I was younger I wasn’t worried about my style or … More The Block
There is an old saying that goes “tragedy strikes when you least expect it to.” Well, it’s not really an old saying but it is true. Imagine life as you know it, your perfect house, perfect bed, and perfect silk sheets. Yeah, perfect right, until life decides to strike anyway. Imagine it, you’re lying in … More You’re Friend, Nature
The ground shattered below my feet But I shall not stop to stare. The earth faded piece by piece But my face must show no care. I’ve found that hatred comes easy to those Who do not care to find it, And the ones I hate only appear When they care to remind it. The … More Failing to Fall
Sometimes it’s necessary to let go of all the “got to make my post perfect” logic that swirls around my head. There are thousands and thousands of mistakes that are etched into each entry I post, but nothing that I cannot fix. But today and yesterday I have hit a wall. My mind is void … More Blogging Walls
“Does your hair color really matter when choosing a swimsuit?” My husband asked innocently. Let me start off this post by saying, no, my hair color doesn’t really matter when choosing a swimsuit. My hair is more of what swimsuit will look best with the personality that matches me as a blonde. Same old question, black or … More Blonde Hair, Swimsuits, and a Woman
He sat and waited until the sun peaked over the edge of the horizon, covered from head to toe in blankets that no longer draped his bed. He exhaled, they smell like her. The room was eerily quiet he thought as his eyes scanned his surroundings for potential noise makers. “One, two. . Three?” He … More At Bed’s Edge
