Adorn My Smile

This guy has a way of beckoning within me those things which I, apparently, try not to consider. Being around him presently presses my feelings against my mind, albeit not pleasantly. It’s almost like an attack on the more reserved part of me–the quiet part–the part that is not apprehensive, yet is totally not ready to consider. To consider the what ifs, the possibles, the maybes, the scenarios,…

Riddles.

  You always say the same thing. Riddles.

I’d like to think what we had was more like a rhyme, but… that’s not what I’m here for. Not this time.

Riddles. Hmmmm…

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My cancer Shirt… STUPID cancer shirt.

Today I didn’t wanna wear my cancer shirt. I didn’t.

And why do I even have to have a cancer shirt? Why does anyone have to have a cancer shirt?? UGH!

Cancer sucks! That, we know. What also sucks is each day where you don’t know whether it’s better or worse. You don’t know if you’rebetter or worse. You don’t know if your family is better or worse. Every time one asks, “How are you?” the other…

Daily. I just wanna touch you.

Daily.

I just wanna love you.

Love you like I used to. Love like we used to. Love like tomorrow never came. Now that we’re here with this present, I wish to reminisce on familiar yesterdays more than I dream to hope for unknown tomorrows. Tomorrow is not promised, yet I can dream of old things. So,

I do.

During the day. I gaily think of you, but only when we talk. Life has placed my mind outside…

Before I Knew Me by @StacyBarthe [Stacy Barthe]

ONE good thing about pain… It never lasts. — Stacy Barthe

  I listened to my cousin and let her listen to me on yesterday. It’s always very refreshing to be on the other side of a conversation where someone will listen for (and to) your pain. My opportunities for release seem most limited nowadays, yet I am most grateful for my process.   My cousin listened to my jaw dropping stories with her…

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When An Older Man is Interested…

When An Older Man is Interested…

I was going to start this with THE question: What Do You Do?

But…

I need no questions. I have many answers of my own. Most of which I try my best not to process {EVER}, so… at least I’m finally here. WELCOME!

Welcome ME! Welcome YOU! Welcome! We haven’t welcomed him. But at least we’re progressing.

When An Older Man is Interested…

You appreciate it. You take your…

Life eludes me most days.

Life eludes me most days. I sit and wonder about all the wonders of a world that exists outside of my mind. Times misses me most times. I fear I fear all things not yet come and live in the misery of things long gone. I have let go of letting go because all the entangles me is estranged warnings of present principles ushered in by pop culture bimbos and the lewdness of downtown lounge dwellers. I…

Free to Be | a Soul Woman

I tell the story of a soul woman. A woman whose back aches and mind hurts from collecting each day’s dose of bullshit from strangers who really don’t exist, yet… their struggle lives in my mind.

I tell the story of a brow beating, soul-aching woman who loves to live on the breath of happiness yet who misses joy with each touch of the dawn. I miss it every time. I miss me. Miss me every time.

My…

Bad Day

I haven’t always had the audacity to be so quiet, but I’ve learned… to stay in my place. I haven’t always had the temperance to mind my temper, but I’ve learned… to temper misery with mercy. I haven’t always minded the manners that I taught myself, but I’ve learned. For what good is pain without perspective?

I’ve learned to do without, and I have learned what to do with all of me that I…

Disconnected From the Pain

Life has this funny way of being all up in your face in the worst of ways. It has a funny way of connecting with you in a way that makes you feel disconnected, disjointed and plain ole… out of touch. When? What happened? What was the pathway of events that got me right here? feeling like this? right now? What was it? because I dont want it. I don’t want this pain. these memories. this…

Man, I used to LOVE My Satin Sheets! If you have a basic bed, you're getting basic sleep. Find yourself some satin sheets and LIVE! GLORIOUSLY! Don't let NOBODY tell you different!

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!! I used to LOVE my satin sheets!

Satin sheets were the BUSINESS! I mean there is NOTHING like the sleep you get on satin sheets!!! (In a REGULAH bed!) Now… get yourself a fancy bed, and you can ALWAYS get some fancy sleep!

BUT

Just in case…

If you have a basic bed, and you’re getting some basic sleep… find yourself some satin sheets and…

LIVE!

YES HONEY!

LIVE!