I’ve never really been single—at least, not since high school.
I was 11 years old and in my last year of elementary school. The three of us were all in the same sixth grade class. Some…
Angrily she shouted at me, “Don’t walk like that!”
Marlena’s date is a tall man with a stern, commanding manner. His chest is broad, and his posture is impeccable. His muscular, bronzed…
She had a scar on her forehead, just above her left eye. It was the only blemish on an…
For a long time, I’ve struggled with my temper.
If my fingers were to traceA pool around your face,Would these kisses become substrate to fill it with?
The heat
The fear
The laughter
I wear scars that can be seen on my skin, from trying to keep breath in my premature body as a micro preemie. I wear scars that are faded from a battle against death. I may not walk this world on my legs, but I do walk this world with the spirit of a fighter with scars that I wear…
Dear Dharma,
My issues are very complicated, to say the least.
I’ve been married for 35 years. I married at the age of 19, had my first child at the very young age of 20.
When I lied to the Driver — Uber Story
As the moon is to the serene lake,I am forced to be distant from you.
who are you? where do you belong?what is your purpose? when is your time?
My melancholy moods bloomand die with Cereus haste,Lady Grey life painted vanda blackyet this dark sidecarries a moonlit face.
Your last wordsPainted all over the wallpaperHarsch words hangingIn the air between us. I imagine you’re standingBehind that…
“Cell for rent,” the ego whispers.
In my sun split heartYou dance around as a single white featherTracing my wind swept thoughtsYou descended on my lifeLike the last…