“You should be a poet”… Bitch, I am.

All Stories:

  • Un-toxic Hyper-independence

    Un-toxic Hyper-independence

    Have you ever felt lost without knowing you were lost? Days seem to pass in too much of a blur and it takes everything from you just to make it through all 14 hours or so of the day. Your mind is a never ending checklist as you complete tasks here and there. As you Read more

  • Be the bigger person

    Be the bigger person

    Outwardly I feel a cold stillness. An icy calm locks my body into place keeping the explosion inside contained   Inside there is a storm of fire and smoke raging. Battle cries and terrible screams ring through me I feel I am the battle grounds of hell itself within Yet I sit quietly and drive  Read more

  • I hate how good it feels.

    I hate how good it feels.

    I must truly be a masochist the way I want to run back to those hands. The temptation is a living thing which wraps around my body in a hot embrace Those hands that grip my waist and feel like fire on my skin Like magnets connecting our bodies, every time he pulls away slightly Read more

  • Unrequited Love

    Unrequited Love

    Best read while listening to Adagio for strings, Op. 11. I wonder if he knows  That every time I say goodbye I intend for it to be the last  That I leave with steel in my back  But always return with my eyes on my feet watching every step I take backwards  I wonder if Read more

  • Three Years of Solitude

    Three Years of Solitude

    Solitude changes us. We never get a pick in the type of solitude we endure, only how we respond to it. I could be fighting like hell to hold onto that person I was before entering solitude. Three years… Three fucking years and I was going in circles; repeating the same viscous cycle over and Read more

  • A Virgin’s Sub-Space

    A Virgin’s Sub-Space

    It’s like floating for the first time. You feel your body become completely surrounded by the stamina of the water. You let yourself relax and find trust in the small movements of the waves. Then you finally let go and you’re free. Your mind and body are at peace.  The rope smelled so sweet; I Read more