Monthly archives: April, 2018

I wanted to write a pretty poem about growing up, but these are the words that came from my head!

My Excuse Is, Born with original sin on my soul. It helped me understand, that in this land, the hand that slapped my ass to make me squall showed I was loved, my Mom said, as the perpetual gleam in her eyes shone brighter than ever before when she showed her love. With but a…



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A Writer’s Question

A Writer What’ll I write today? Will it be okay if my words that are buried deep within my brain are too plain or become maimed? Will they eclipse, turn blue, or change in another way as they pass through my lips and struggle to not break like glass? My neurotransmitters refuse to submit those…