Writing: The Art of You

So, you want to start a blog. Perhaps you’ve already created a blog, but now you’re stuck with an itch you can’t scratch. “What do I write about?” Maybe your frustration goes a bit deeper than that. Maybe you’re not feeling inspired to write. Well, allow me to let you in on a little secret. I’ve … Read moreWriting: The Art of You

… and the night quiets now

it is in a word, a phrase, expressed in silence when suddenly out loud, speaks to reality, speaks enough for one to hear, to listen, to wait for that moment, a suggestion of clarity, caught in a night sky, when only alone one might listen to the gentle breeze, a calm reminder of a life … Read more… and the night quiets now

3, 2, Y..

You could shatter glass with the way you look at me. Nightingales singing their sweet song of summer couldn’t hold a torch to the way you make me feel. I ooze into a puddle, bones of jello on the warm concrete surface of your love. When I hear my name flow out of your mouth, … Read more3, 2, Y..

Some Days…

I had fallen through a trapdoor of depression. Walking blindly through the corridors of my feelings not seeing the cracks beneath my feet, leading me to fall inevitably into my bed. My sheets are made of sandpaper. The more I toss and turn in my thoughts the worse my bruises and skin become. Raw and … Read moreSome Days…

Femininely Badass as Fk

Someone the other day asked me how I would describe my style, the best way I could sum it up to be was “I’m aiming for the ‘she’s a bad ass and cute as hell, but I wouldn’t touch her without asking’ look” look.

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Stressed, Blessed, and Coffee Obsessed

“Roses are red. Mornings are hard. I suck at poetry. Coffee.”


If you think that’s a joke, who are you and what are you doing here on planet earth you alien monster. If that quote resonates with your soul, like that first sip of your delicious aroma enriched coffee this morning, most of you enhance with your pumpkin spice creamers (you nasties), you can connect with me on this post. For most of us, and yes I am going to speak for most of us, our days usually don’t start until we have had our cup of coffee, sometimes even two! We doll it up with sugar, flavored creamers, some of you drink it black (I call that bean water and I don’t know how you all enjoy that). We have our fancy espresso machines, our french presses, endless lines at Starbucks, and our cold brew. the TRUE definition of C.R.E.A.M… Coffee DOES Rule Everything Around Me…Us. S/O to Wu-Tang Clan, keeping it real since ’93 with those somewhat relevant lyrics ??


To further express the importance and popularity our society has with coffee, it has become a staple and a trend to display our love for the rich little bean in home decorum. With quotes on wood, coffee cups, even shirts reading “But first, coffee” “May the Coffee be With You” “No Coffee, No Worky” “First I Drink Coffee, Then I do Things” and even “I’m Looking for a Tall, Dark, Rich…Cup of Coffee”. Coffee owns us, and we are all seemingly OK with that. I know for me, a morning without coffee ALWAYS seems like a Monday. It’s just a cup of get shit done. I read something the other day that said “I drink coffee because without it, I’m a two year old who’s blankie is in the washer” WHO DOESN’T FEEL LIKE THAT WITHOUT THEIR MORNING CUP OF JOE?! I know this girl does. I giggled a lot because that hit me right in the feels.

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True or False…

I used to think I lacked originality, creativity, and meaning. That I was a multiple choice test I couldn’t find the answers to, thinking I was simply a blank canvas of basic True or False. But then you came along and made me realize that I was D) All of the above. That I am … Read moreTrue or False…

There Wasn’t Any Problem

Creating problems for the devil The Devil always inside and beside you Praying help from the world Feeling hopeless even there wasn’t any problem   Creating darkness for the conscience The conscience always hide inside you Pledge loyalty to your problems Feeling hopeless even there wasn’t any problem   Creating complicated paths for the angel … Read moreThere Wasn’t Any Problem

WCW

It’s a Wednesday. And I’m crushing on her. So thick and petite at the same time, oh how her essence is so divine. In wake and in bake, her beauty is such a magnificent taste. How I crave, I crave. Her playful mind puts my heart in a rage. Let not that pretty face fool … Read moreWCW

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