In the midst of feeling my every joy and hope shatter, reaching my breaking point, and drowning in a sea of doubt; I lifted up my head to see the loving faces, to hear the earnest voices, and to feel the kindest embraces of all of my dear friends.

You all will never know the extent to which the love within you all has embraced and healed my soul.  ( Read more... )

 Through the Iris I've finally found the door from which I must exit... and I've finally seen the truth.  It hurts so bad and I hate the lies I was fed, the lies I trusted, the lies I loved, and the lies that are still being told about me.  But if everyone is looking into those eyes with intention- than maybe the drama you are addicted to is worth ( Read more... )

I'm sick, but it's all above my neck right now; and I'm tired, because I've been working nonstop. What causes the most pain though is that my heart hurts ( Read more... )

i'm looking for those perfect pointy toe stilettos to fit the perfect image.  sometimes i just want to let these obsessions take over my mind.  they distract me from all that is around me.  distracting me form my broken family, from my own destructive vices, from unrequited love, from the worlds brokenness, from my own failures.   am i failing at ( Read more... )

You have hurt me ( Read more... )

What is love?

Kahlil Gibran on love:
"Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love ( Read more... )

Momma I still love you, momma I still need you ( Read more... )

 I hate men right now.  How can I trust them.  The one man left who I trusted as my father screwed over my momma.  I called him my dad.  Now if I ever get married I have no one to walk down the isle, my real dad neglected me and my stepdad fucked over my momma.  My heart is so sore.

I feel broken and foolish ( Read more... )

a scent of misogynistic intimacy idles near
she's collapsing to the ground
so pain urges on

agony from her past has tortured her flesh
agony of this present struck her soul
as a flesh once marred her flesh
so his voice now mars her soul

closer to her hiatus, closer to the sands
allowing words to deaden her
so love will be revealed