Just chill

Just chill

I realize that you can’t

just run away when

shit gets hard. like

it’s all day, everyday

until the roads end. it’s

the phases and somehow,

we wind up okay.


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Inspiration; Run Away – The Afters

piece of me

piece of me

So I’m talking with my friends and mid conversation, it hit me like BOOM!!! “You’ll turn 25 this year, half way down the road to becoming a 30 year old woman.” Like yoooo

Well, this is just a post to say thank you for your support. Life is what we make of it!!!

PS; my favorite colors black, what’s yours?


His joy

His joy

it’s hard. i’m tired

sick of pretending like

i’m strong enough to ride this wave.

some nights i cry more than once; doubts

rocking me to sleep like the

sound of troubled waters. to hang

on to a gleam of hope is

not for the weak…

i won’t give up…his joy

will be my strength


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Inspiration; No one can steal our joy – Tenth Avenue North

The cast aways

The cast aways

Saddled by a life that’s tick tocking away

I let him rest his heavy head on my shoulders frail.

We’re the cast aways, the

bitter scums of an existence riddled with

fantasies of suffering and gold.

His name is John and mine Meredith, and

with hands folded like hooks, we

hang on to the noose, ripping it apart

we untie the line as we skip…and

skip…in merriment as

we dare fate to deal its next card.


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This distance

This distance

Have you ever loved a man? Opened up like the morning tulips your vulnerable soul, risking it all for affection pure? Have you dreamed hot metallic dreams, that left you dripping fluids of delight? Well I have. I’m in love with a man, a true peridot with healing as his gift. A flawed jasper cut just for me. But the distance came and set the seas between man and girl. Now I’m here, counting the stars blinking against the inky sky…until we meet again.

Picture; Pinterest

Inspiration; Long Distance – Brandy

A melancholic backdrop

A melancholic backdrop

As I neared the end of my journey through the lord of the flies, I felt a panic, an intensity, a fear for a life, tortured by fate, hunted by once innocent children just like himself. As his life flashed before his eyes, suddenly there was a calm as hope shone overhead as rescue, his suffering screeching to a halt as quickly as it had begun. As he lay there weeping at his saviors feet, I felt a sadness envelope me, a reality so real sunk deep and I thought about life. How circumstances stand like a line as thin as thread between good and evil. How only a relative veil separates sanity and madness. I pondered the superficial nature of our so called “morals”. I realized that we never truly know what we’re capable of, until the fear stares us down point blank, like a gun to the head.

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Inspiration; Lord of the Flies, a novel by William Golding


speak life…not death

speak life…not death

The tongue is a small thing that makes grand speeches, but

A tiny spark can set a whole forest on fire.

People can tame all kinds of animals but

no one can tame the tongue, for

It is restless and evil, full of deadly poison, it

Is a whole world of wickedness, corrupting the entire body

It can set your whole life on fire for

It is set on fire by hell itself.


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Excerpt; James 3:1-12 (NLT)