The Woman in the Red Dress Six months had passed since ex-cop John Michaels had been forced to retire early from the Memphis Police Department—but the wound was still fresh. It was a Friday night at Blake’s Bar and Grill, a popular restaurant in the heart of the city, and just down the street from… Continue reading “The Woman in the Red Dress” – Short Story
How it feels to be a lifeless body in the sea the voice nobody hears the face nobody sees He was at the Comic Con, and was finally about to receive his chance to meet the one, the only, Stan Lee Then the moment came. The boy was introduced to the man He stood so… Continue reading Poem: How it feels to be Mr. Nobody (Do You See Me Now?)
Ephemeral (adj.) Lasting for a very short time. Existing only briefly. I hope you all are ready because this brief post is about to get far deeper than it needs to be. Ready? Cool. So, I don't know what my problem is, but I've always been obsessed with time. Time, time, time, tick, tick,… Continue reading Word of the Week: Ephemeral
Hey bloggers, readers, First, let me say that I understand none of this is easy. Depression isn't just sadness, it's an overwhelming feeling of dread and doom that weighs on you. It's a shadow over your world that sucks light from everything you love, and the life from you. In this post, I want to… Continue reading My top 4 tips for living with Depression
Disclaimer: Let me start this post off by saying that this is NOT me trying to bash my family. I am not pointing fingers, nor am I blaming anyone for the way I feel. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s myself. My insecurities, my mind, my problem. With that said, let’s begin. Whenever I write… Continue reading When you feel like you don’t fit in with your Family
She cut me cut me like diamonds She strung me strung me through a gold chain And around her neck she wore me night and day All night and day Night to day My heart shattered and sent thunder through the night Every tear that I cried rained into the sky Every drop of my… Continue reading Red was the Night #Poetry
Murder Me Murder me Murder me dead so I may finally know what it's like to live "Live life for the moment, because everything else is uncertain." -Louis Tomlinson Swallow my voice Eat it whole so that I can't make noise or speak with a soul Maybe then I'll know the definition of alone of… Continue reading Poem: Murder Me
“Patient 313,” a nurse with curly blond locks calls out from behind the counter. She’s holding a small paper cup of oblong and round pill tablets. “Patient 313!” A skinny man with oily hair and a crooked grin hurries out of his room with a notebook in his hands. A plastic band around his wrist… Continue reading Fiction Friday: “Patient 313” Pt. 1
If I could then I would save the world Send my heart in an envelope to that certain girl Tell her how she is my everything Live in a house with kids and wedding rings I’d be free like the ocean breeze Soar from the west coast over to the east Learn German then Chinese… Continue reading Poem: Only Human
Crack the glass watch hours pass knowing damn well they're not coming back Yet here I stand in quicksand watching a broken clock that has no hands I reach out but with broken arms Wearing scars like wrist charms “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes.… Continue reading Broken Arms | Poem
