the picture of
your hands my wall paper
and oh how I arise inside
take too many risks.
You seek attention. Pine away.
Your Soul. Such Trouble
Thou Art Or Tis I After All
joy? Seems off.
of losing despite having won.
this application of
pen on paper, acting like the
as if it mattered because like
I knew, when this started
to brew, it was
the dark trimmings of last weeks storm
Multi-passionate, Investigative Creatress (aka artist)
survival is triumph enough ~harry crews
Sexuality, Spanking, Spirituality
My attempt to listen to every song I own
Transient Guests We Are
Happiness may be blue. But clarity is clear.
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little bits of words swirling
Becoming the Artist I Want to Be - Fiction, Poetry, and Essays
Kicking and Screaming
Otherwise the night is too dark
Problems, Solutions, and Near Escapes
Mysteries: Love, Sexuality, Spirituality and Life
giving myself a good talkin to