Tag Archives: blogger

How to find out if people are stealing from you

Most people may not have to worry about this, but some of us will find that people will steal anything. I have had my articles and posts lifted from my sites since I began blogging in 2013. It never gets easy to accept and it grates at you as you see your words highlighted on… Read More »

Memphis, Tennessee

I wonder sometimes at how I miss a city that gave me so much in the form of growth, a toughness of spirit, anger, and endless memories. I walk it virtually still sometimes in idle moments, walking past the friendly calls of friends mixed with the coarse humor of ones I will never call friend. I… Read More »

The Blogging Debate Part 1

There are a few topics bloggers love to argue about and many of us end up having an opinion on them. I have written a ton of posts expressing my views on lots of these subjects, but I thought it would be fun to blast them all out together for you. To niche or not… Read More »

They will come

They will come with their anger. Ready to shatter peace for existing in the way of their rage. Raging against everyone because it is impossible to rage against yourself. How they beat their chests to ensure we know their emotion exists. There you stand. A rock for them to break. The peace that they hate… Read More »

Blogging Past the Doubt

We all experience doubt at some point while blogging. We wonder if what we are writing is good enough, worth reading, or will be read at all. We see all these other bloggers sharing posts and content that we sometimes consider is better than our own. It is at this point that we must make… Read More »


I could paint my sky with my pain till there is no more pain, only the rain. Raining down paint on me, painting me with my own pain. How beautiful is a fallen sorrow as a sorrow is finally found. With my head held back I accept the painting, I accept the pain. Pain from me, pain… Read More »

Color Me

Different colors, single rows. Watch me melt their very souls. Melting souls. Come unfold. Adding to my truth be told. Painted world, come paint me now. Paint me one colorful smile. Colored expression, I’ll color you too. Anchored by the sky so blue. Come release me, release me now. Fill my world with painted clouds.… Read More »

Writing in the Dark

I keep sleep at bay with a weary hand as I use my writing hand for writing. Posting in the dark, wondering if anyone can see my words. I trace my soul upon paper white and breath easier from the release. Release of me, release to be me. I am the writing of the moment.… Read More »

Making another Grave

I am just now returning from burying my last grandparent. My last one ever. For those of us that are adopted we tend to take our future bonds seriously and we hold onto them religiously. For some of us our adopted blood becomes our blood, or at least we allow ourselves to feel that way.… Read More »

Closing Light

I could close my light to the light around it. Folding inside till there is no more inside. I turn away from everything until I turn away from it all. Closing light to accept a light is gone. I know acceptance now. And yet I miss the light. I miss it still. -OM