love love sweet like the honeysuckle of my youth when I imagined knights in shiny armor on horseback switch to ninja's on ducati bikes switch to mr. tall dark & handsome in a big car with a career not a job and a 401k not just cash on hand and when I say benefits I... Continue Reading →
Tabitha
My legs burned. I rubbed the rippled indentations on my calves. There was nothing soft or plush about this floor. It was more like a Brillo pad rather than a teddy bear. This wasn’t anything new to me. Too numerous were the times I had rolled around on this floor with Angel, almost rubbed my... Continue Reading →
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Dear me…
Myself and I have decided that we are tiered of sitting silently back and watching you run us in circles. Now I know myself and she can be a handful. But I don't think that is any reason to keep her locked away. You should really let her out every once and a while. She... Continue Reading →
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untitiled
i raise my glass to the pain of not knowing and gulp to fight the fear i have to ask i clean the mirror in hopes of seeing myself clean when i need to windex my eyes... bleach my mind my soul trapped inside a cell inside this shell worn by my heart battle scarred... Continue Reading →
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Sometimes
he said he felt like i didn’t love him, like he was just my friend a friend with the alarm code to my heart & the key to my soul… if only he’d turn it saw our future through a telescope growing together, taking each day as it came me, ready to abandon the script... Continue Reading →
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Dear Happiness,
We seem to be having the typical turtleberry romance... where we dance around the subject and sometimes ignore the feelings until we can't anymore and fall head first... only for it to be too much too soon or not enough or just not what we thought it was. I want you to know that I... Continue Reading →
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A letter to my ex…
Dear past love… And I would like the record to reflect that I was in love with you. Any comment you thought was a joke when I talked about us getting married was not. I could see it. Some days I could reach out and touch it because it was that real in my mind. ... Continue Reading →
Inside the Shell 