I fucking love poetry. I love good poetry, exceptional poetry, poetry that sits heavy on my chest and reaches down my throat to pull my own words out of my belly, and thank the goddess, in the era of the Instapoet and art without soul, Indie Blu(e) publishing and Candice Daquin have given us all … Continue reading SMITTEN This Is What Love Looks Like – A Review
Depression and anxiety Encompass more than sadness, Fumbling hands, and racing heartbeats. It's missed deadlines, Canceled plans, drawn blinds to block the sun, prayers to make it to dawn. It's silence after breakdowns, Bruised knees From praying for peace. It's lying in the fetal position, drowning in a sea of tears. It's succumbing to grief … Continue reading You are never alone – Sarah Jean Bowers
I love the heavy ones. I feel the loud ones. And I am the chaotic ones. The ones who scream to be heard over their own raging thoughts, while the boring ones tell them to hush... Those are my people.
Absolutely amazing. This is exceptional. I live in a place where people say “faggot” as causal as one would say, “hello.” A passing respectful nod from a stranger is common, although just under his brea… Source: The Ugliest War of You
It’s a war that can’t be won only fought It’s a pain that burns fresh and it burns deep It’s a disease that hides behind pretty smiles and sparkling eyes It’s a silent scream with bloody talons tearing through the soft flesh of my still beating heart It lurks just beneath the surface of … Continue reading Never Leave My Side – Abbie Zebrowski
Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need … Continue reading Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles
Written for a very special boy in my life and dedicated to every other beautiful soul who lives and loves with Autism. He doesn’t say much. Often struggles to be heard. But his eyes speak while he whispers his words. His days are structured routine is what he needs. He thrives when … Continue reading Light It Up Blue