Sunday, April 19, 2015

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


We’re all broken.

Some of us have been chipped, some shattered.

Some of our breaks were intentional, some were accidents.

Some of our cracks are globbered with glue, some of us leave our breaks untouched—even showcase them.  

But we are ALL still beautiful in our own, imperfect, broken, way.

We’ve been through a lot, collectively, haven’t we?

Embrace your existence; it’s truly a remarkable display of durability and strength.
YOU are meant to survive.

Monday, August 18, 2014

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Thursday, May 1, 2014

Just a Little Somethin' Somethin'

“SHE: a Woman, Painted”

 My lover is gentle, but they say he is mad.

They do not know of his pain, his indecision. “Shall she be blissful, or shall she be tortured,” my love says. “It’s always in the eyes,” he whispers. Will I reflect the affections of misery, joy, and fury that shine in his own?
Does he think me beautiful? I do not know if I am so. I am incomplete, this I am certain, for I ache for more substance. Something is off, but I do not blame him, for others demand perfection. They expect sacrifice.


His hands move effortlessly across my curves, hugging my frame and rendering me speechless. The flow of his movements a dance, his excitement pulsing through his soft touch. A streak of ultramarine, a halo of gold, and a final dab of crimson to my lips, the climax—the completion. My gentle lover weeps. He loves me, of this I have no doubt.
How can such passion for life be mad?