Faking it Ruins Your Future

One of the things I abhor the most is the phrase, “fake it until you make it.” Why? Why not just work towards your achievements so you have something to show for other than the material gain that really means nothing.  If you believe owning expensive items makes you successful, you’re an idiot and have…

Sweet and Simple

I remember when I either didn’t blog…or I couldn’t blog. Those were some of the worst moments in my life. I often sit back and wonder if this person knew he was crazy, worthless, and horrible. He hit me, manhandled me, lied to me and I was the bad guy. When we broke up, he…

Even In Your Veins

I blew up in your mind And flowed from your ears. Spotted your attire with all of your fears. Because you couldn’t handle me. From your obsession to own all you see. As I crept down the stem of your body. Connecting veins began to flow From remains of my truth showing you, That you’re…

Border Line Lovers

I had everything. I was king. We had everything… I was his queen. Slipped and fail…Through our own seams. Nothing is ever as good at seems. Now there’s a circumstance. My love is gone. And we had a chance. The blame is ours. It takes two to fight. One to not see, and one to…

Selective Courage

(I apologize in advance, but the image presented refuses to sit the proper way, lol) *** When I was a child, I was to be seen and not heard. So much for that! Although it hurt me at times as I began to develop in age and mental capablities, I always had something smart to…

Bigger Than My Problems

I am…bigger than my problems. Stronger than I seem. I am…wiser from my battles. Didn’t think I would make it. You have take a second glance… At me. There were times I let you win. The control you used started to weaken Every little breath I’d breathe. Until there was no me. I was arrogant…

The Darkest Prism

Been this way since my birth. Mind full of games, deceit, questioning my worth. Perhaps the angel that I seek can answer. Those things that don’t exist or matter. Never contemplated my existence. But if I disappeared, I’d be missed then. Under the microscope of scutiny. From the people who love me; like family. So…

Sugar Coated Ego

    Fame. It tastes like sugar. Sugar is something my blood stream needs. Bleed. Fame. I love the way I smell when I’m arrogant. I regret the people I left, and love the people who want… Me? Fame. It burns like paper. First around the edges, slowly eating in. Smoke swirls my senses, like…