She’s Fighting For Her Freedom: Who The Hell Am I Here?

There are times when I miss the bliss of ignorance…the contentment of giving up hope…the calm of not caring. I can’t even remember myself before our first conversation. What was I doing? How did I spend my time? I was going on Tagged…happily…not…sharing my time…or my life…or my personal details with any of the men to whom I talked. I never complicated anything…in any way. I would have been bored…but not to the point of desperation…alone…but not to the point of being lonely. I was okay…not…thinking about being held…or being kissed. I did not have fantasies about being with a … Continue reading She’s Fighting For Her Freedom: Who The Hell Am I Here?

You Are The One

When I feel that I’m weak, you make me feel stronger. When my happiness is brief, you make it last longer. When I feel that it’s too dark, you bring in the light. When I feel that it’s all wrong, you always make it right. When I’ve fallen down, you help me to stand. When I reach out cause I’m lost, you give me your hand. When I feel my wings are broken, and I want to cry. You’re the one who reminds me, that I can still fly. When I feel I cannot tell a lie from what is … Continue reading You Are The One

Tick Tock

Counting hours that turn into days, my love for you in so many ways, Becomes like the ticking of a clock. The seconds pass, then the hours pass too, days upon days when I think of you, Becomes like the ticking of a clock. From daylight to nightfall, from dusk to dawn, the love from you that I depend upon, Becomes like the ticking of a clock. Patiently waiting for the day we meet, the sound I hear as my heart skips a beat, Becomes like the ticking of a clock. I walk on beaches, I walk down my street, … Continue reading Tick Tock

So That’s Where Her Stories Went

Hello, if you’re reading this, then you must be in possession of my old laptop. In here are all those poems and short stories I wrote during the year I fell in love with, and never met, my soul mate. I met him on the internet and carelessly set down my heart and turned my back. In that moment, this stranger snatched my heart, and never gave it back. This love fueled my inspiration, and ignited my creativity. All I had to do was think of him and poems flowed, stories nearly wrote themselves. I shared all this with him, … Continue reading So That’s Where Her Stories Went