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My Soul is Boundless

My Soul is Boundless

  My soul is boundless…utterly naked and torn into…

awakened by velvet like hands soft to the touch…crushed and stained with crimson hues…

the sea of faces surround me…they hide behind shattered glass…

there is no escape…he is raging like the devil’s flame…satin garments displayed in black and blue embarked on my chest…

the man is fighting inside the eye of the storm…ready to break loose and…

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Follower Update!

Hey ya’ll,

I appreciate your patience, life has taken a toll on me these last few months and time has gotten away from me with my writing. I will be starting a small poetry section that will go along with my short nonfiction journal entries.

I will be publishing one today so keep a look out for them 🙂 Hope all is well in everyone’s neck of the woods!

Yours truly,

Kristi Marie

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The Scurried Night

Numb to the Touch~ (Entry 12) Winter {1996} Another day had surpassed and I began to pull my hair back in a vague pony-tail with a slight curl hanging from each side. I had much to look forward to, and I walked just a short range to the bus stop every morning by 8 o-clock sharp! Such an unpredicatable day soon awaited. My step-mom had left a few peices of bread on the counter, a small jar of…

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Follower Update!

Hey Ya’ll, 

I just moved lasy week so been crazy busy. I am sure everyone is eager for my next blog. I promise there will be a new post up by this weekend! I appreciate you support 😀

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The Altered Ego

Perceivable Inheritants~ (Entry 11) {1996}

Dear Diary, 

My life had plummeted into a dark abiss with no way to escape. Reality had reared it’s ugly face toward me, and the curtains draped over the crooked window we now had claimed was home. The vows were official…nothing could be reversed. My father had gravitated towards more drugs, over-the-counter medication, alcohol, gambling, and sex…

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The Forgotten & Slaved

Lost Bird~ (Entry #10) {1995}

Dear Diary, 

The night of the wedding rehearsal was short-lived; and my ventures into the unknown universe soon overturned into a dramatic awakening. The lavender infused scent had calmed my nerves for awhile. However, whether it seemed right or wrong…my life was overruled by “the wicked witch” herself. I envisioned a green haven sweeping over me that would…

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The Bipolar Transformation

Daddy’s Girl~ (Entry 9) {1995}

Dear Diary,

We were home at last! Kris was waiting outside the parking lot…biting her lip and solaced my father’s shoulders. It didn’t faze her one bit that I existed. Her only motive was to be a “drama queen” and win over my dad’s affection entirely. She looked plain as day…no color on her face and her clothing appeared as if a blind old broad had picked out her…

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The Homeward Bound

Reuniting Lost Relations~ (Entry 8) {1995}

Dear Diary,

I had drifted off into a deep slumber. It felt as if time stopped for a short duration, and everything surrounding me disappeared into a faint cloud of dust. The cold breeze gently brushed my face as my eyelids slowly opened. I recalled awakening from a nightmare…my soul was trapped in a dark room and there was a mirror hanging from a…

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Escaping Fate

Through The Eyes of a Monster ~ (Entry 7) {1995}

Dear Diary,

Dawn had soon arrived, and my tiny body began shaking from the cold air whirling wildly. My auburn hair…a bit messy from a restless dream… as well as my pillow drenched in tears and sweat. I had laid awake for countless hours…trying to put together the missing pieces of that “message”. If God was truly capable of “punishing”…

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Inevitable Circumstances

A Slave Unchained~ (Entry 6) {1995}

Nana was not by any means an empathetic person. She held onto her own hatred as if a parasite clanged onto and infested her inner organs. The manifestation of true evil lurking in a shadow, dominated by the bondage of the devil himself. As I gradually redeemed myself, she stood awaiting my return of snatching the bar of soap. The fragrance was delightful, but…

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Please feel free to promote your blogs on this thread!! Follow me & Let’s help support each other’s dreams :D

Hello to all amazing bloggers out there. There are 900+ followers I have in my niche, which is so more than fantastic! They all are wonderful people who share their honest feedbacks about my posts. So this one is my first blog promotion post. I thought to give it a try so that I become […]

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Deceitful Intentions

Against All Odds~ (Entry 5) {1995}

Dear Diary,

It was nearly noonish. My heart was racing, palms sweaty, and muscles full of tension. I was about to purposely lie to my “social worker”. Then again, was it my fault? This deranged, elderly women was harassing me to do so. What if I failed my attempt? I would be utterly devoured into my own misery and humiliation. There was a faint knock at the…

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Disguised In Black & Blue

Disguised In Black & Blue

Lifeless~ (Entry 4){1995}

Dear Diary,

It is finally morning, and my pillow is saturated in tears from the night before last. The bed was the least far from comfortable, as was the filthy sheets I slept in. I stood up, my feet numb and my body shivering from the cold air circulating from a window. I am honestly still dumbstruck…how could anyone tolerate such a loathsome creature? The door…

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A Road Less Traveled

A Road Less Traveled

Lost In The Dark~ (Entry 3){1995}.

Dear Diary,

It is my first day of preschool and I look like a Eskimo. This lady my dad is supposed to marry in less than 5 weeks; has bought me nothing but hand me down’s. My socks consist of endless holes, my shoes are too tight, and the cotton clothing on my body shrinks in less than a few washes…Surely hell hadn’t begun to prevail yet. It was bad enough this…

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