Tag Archives: life

Mark me

I’ve never liked having stuff on my skin. I’m not sure if it is an overreaction to something that happened as a child or what, I simply hate being marked on. Drawing, face paint, ink, marker, tattoos look cool I just wouldn’t get one. I wonder sometimes if my dislike comes from the burn I… 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 »

Stop Stealing From Me!!!

Stop stealing from me. http://www.alifuhaj.ga/women-are-crazythe-way-to-loseyour-femal-2.xhtml Come up with your own posts. Stop stealing my stuff bloggers. This is why many of us stop sharing, blogging, and writing for free. People have no shame. The reason this post is the most stolen article off my blog is because the original received over 350,000 views. People think… Read More »

Setting Sail

I could set my heart to sail and watch as it becomes another’s heart. Would I blow a little harder to make that dream come true or hold my breath and hope it does not shatter. That I do not wake up. One hand on the tiller and another upon a hole in my chest.… 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 »

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 »

Writing Hand

I never knew my writing hand could feel like this. So heavy, so lifeless… how it has seemed to have died. I don’t see beautiful word strings anymore in my mind. I simply see broken letters that wished to be a part of something larger. It is not inspiration or motivation that has fallen the will… Read More »

That time I killed

Remember that time I killed you? I got tired of you hanging around. You were always there, hovering… Always judging me it seemed. How dare you look down on me with your inflated sense of righteousness. And then I got tired of the struggle. I released my anger with the opening of a Winchester Blade… Read More »


Inspiration rises with the sun. As dreams seem to finally be done. Scary things, who dreams these things? The dark has never been darker it seems. But there is always a right with the left. A truth I desperately hold to self. And there it is, my shining light. A light to break the darkest… Read More »