Goals? Go get ’em

Sitting here in my bed listening to punk and indie rock, I feel like I need something to stoke my fires again. Something which will interest me and bring me real satisfaction. I know I’m capable of doing so many things it’s just where exactly to channel my needs. I want a new challenge and … Read moreGoals? Go get ’em

The Rush

You’re an the open wound I want to keep open, I’m not allowing a skin to heal over it. It’s like I need to keep it open, it hurts like hell to leave it alone, more so than letting the scab grow over it. I know you say that we broke up at Christmas but … Read moreThe Rush

Don’t Worship False Heroes

I wanted to write about having false hope in people. These people may be very close to you, family, friends and you may have known them your whole life. You may depend on them in a lot of ways, to keep you motivated, on the straight and narrow, to offer advice and their point of … Read moreDon’t Worship False Heroes

Story of a Chair

Everything that we see in this Life has a story. If we listen and acknowledge their presence, we might know what lies underneath their surface. This is a story of a chair. The chair that you see in the picture has many stories of love, joy, sadness and pain. That beautiful chair used to be … Read moreStory of a Chair

Paradise in my Mother’s Eyes

Paradise is found on the others side of this feeling. Swimming in the tears. Hidden behind a veil of chaos and confusion. Paradise lost. Paradise found. Whispering caresses of promise and peace. Paradise stolen. Or was it given away? Perception or deception? Intermingling manipulation – vining and intertwining – digging in and rooting deep. The … Read moreParadise in my Mother’s Eyes

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…

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…

How to… No Gentlemen, this isn’t ‘man-hating’, this is an idea or suggestion.

I would imagine it is tough these days being a gentleman in the Western world. Everything is turned topsy-turvy from what you were often taught as a kid and everywhere you look there seems to be more and more instances of your fellow gender acting poorly. And while you are not siding with or standing … Read moreHow to… No Gentlemen, this isn’t ‘man-hating’, this is an idea or suggestion.