Sometimes it’s really hard to start something. Especially when you’ve failed so many times, that you’re slowly dying for that one win. You beat yourself up time and time again, doing your best. And when that isn’t good enough, you give more than you can. Then one day your body reminds you of how much … More MANIFEST.
EPISODE 10 Inside the mirror, my mother’s face looks back at me. She smiles like she does in her pictures, which is the only place I know her from. Photo albums filled with memories and stories told to me by everyone else who was lucky enough to have known her, before she was taken from … More IT WILL ALL WORK OUT.
They’ve warned me about men like you. The kind of man who takes a well-balanced woman, Promise her the entire world. Only to throw her off balance. Men that walk with grace Who appear to have honor. But rot, lies beneath their crisp white skin. Oh, and when they smile, be very wary. Deceit is … More YOU BELONG TO THE WORLD.
Have you ever been woken up by something compelling, relentless. Like a force that won’t give up until you’re finally sitting by the window, looking up at the night sky with a laptop on your lap. I don’t think every one of us experiences something so magical, so fueled with passion that even you cannot … More DEAD OF NIGHT.
Do you know who I am. Because I do. But sometimes I do not. So maybe you can help me figure it out. Because I like my eggs half cooked with a spoonful of butter. So I can feel my taste buds dance with joy, as the eggs melt like a dream come true on … More SPLIT
I can smell the blood of every version of myself that ever existed,Covering my hands as I fight to wipe it off my face.My blood-shot, tired eyes look back at me in shame.How much more of myself, will I sacrifice to fit in. Photographs of nights out, that I’ll never truly remember, adorn my wooden … More SHEDDING.
You once stood one foot outside my door. As I stood, arms wide open, waiting for you to come in. And sometimes you would pay me a visit. With empty hands hanging from either side, waiting to receive. Oh but when you had your heart wide open. Even just for a moment. The sky … More UNREQUITED LOVE.
Watch me,As I lead myself astray. Always ready to turn into a new road. Unaware, that it’s the opposite of where fate would have me go. Thousands of roads cross before me,Waiting for my feet to choose one. Oh and my wandering soul,That would have me walk them all, collecting more trauma as I go. … More INNER CHILD
The wind whistles in the night. Somehow loud enough to pull Stacy out of sleep. She sighs deeply, sitting up on her waterbed mattress. She’s never really used it for what it was intended for. Instead, she floats on it alone, every single night. What else could’ve saved her marriage, if not a supposedly hormone- … More STACY
WHAT IS A MAN’S PAIN TO ME?A WOMAN VIOLATED MORE TIMES, THAN I HAVE FINGERS TO COUNT.FOR LIKE A CARVING TOOL, YOU HAVE ETCHED FEAR AND HORROR INTO MY MIND. WHERE PIECES OF ME, REMAIN TRAPPED INSIDE. SO WHAT IS A MAN’S PAIN TO ME?WHEN I HAVE A MIND-FORGED PRISON,BUILT WITH THEIR BEAR HANDS. WHERE … More A MAN’S PAIN.
A SHAMEFUL THING 