My blog is like not having a shower curtain ... bare & messy

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Reminiscing

Looking back at this year I couldn’t be prouder of myself. I did it! I moved to DC. Going back to school for my bachelor degree. Accepted an internship. I still have a ways to go.

I met a guy & lost him. That has been the hardest.

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#CapitolHill #DC

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Soft Razor

I so wanted it to be.

Soft heart saw a partner.

Soul impenetrable

enclosed in soft razor barb wire.

A gentleman wearing layers of pristine suits driving a false white steed.

Hands melted as one as the steed races backwards.

I so wanted it to be.

Red and black intertwined,

forever locked in a kissing embrace.

Reigning in that white steed,

midnight hour displays a heroic gentleman;

my breath is stolen.

I so wanted it to be.

Ignited dark red-black fire....soul fueled.

Soft

razor folded onto a suit breast pocket.

Be.

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Make sure 2018...

Will be all about good vibes, BIGGER goals, better experiences, more happiness, less pain, stronger relationships & being more focused than ever!

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Loaded Baggage

Have you been carrying unnecessary baggage? Baggage you need to forgive yourself & leave in the past.

For one of my New Year resolutions is to shred out extremely old paperwork & thoroughly clean out my room of old unnecessary items/papers.

I remembered I have the choice who I want to be & so do you. Don’t live in the past live in the moment & set goals for your future.

🥂 Cheers to a New Year & accomplishing our New Year resolution(s)!

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Red Wonderland

You forgot me. To feel forgotten. Left-Behind. Suffocating in despair. No air. I can’t breathe. Black eyes began dilating. Loneliness begins to use me as a punching bag. To feel left-behind. My heart’s light flickers. Black eyes form red paint, begins its descent. No air. My chest alludes my mentality, forming into a heavyweight. My reality collapses into dust. Cloudy, my red-pale nose fills with dust. Stuffy. I can’t breathe. Slowly I descend into my wonderland of dust-free air.

To not feel forgotten in my Red Wonderland.

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New Year, New Me

For the year 2018 I decided I am going to create & maintain a website & write down ideas along with short stories on my blog.

Here’s to a New Year!

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A Black Rabbit Hole

Wonderland is dim.

I look up to pitch midnight blue.

I can see...

I know the hole is there.

I can't see the hole.

I melt into the scenery as raindrops fall.

My Wonderland is bleak.

I'm a hollow chess piece with no thought of how the game is played.

Dim tulips sing a slow-steady hymn.

Strategically beaten, the throbbing pain once again arises from the ashes.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

Mad hatter please help me.

An outstretch hand extends a black-shaped Angel teapot.

I held out my chipped teacup.

Liquid with no taste.

I drank.

Wonderland dims as I close my glass eyes forever.

The throbbing no more.

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Happy Easter 🐇 Made from scratch by Chef StephStar👩🏻‍🍳

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Free-Fall

Numb.

White fingers cracking.

Grasping onto a disappearing crystal ledge.

The final magic act.

A white cat floating, with a pocket watch. “We’re out of time!” she purrrss.

I can’t feel the ledge no more.

Time stands still as a blue-white spiral engulfs me.

Weight-less as a comet free-falling in the pitch blue as flashes of white, wind•less, pass by.

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Waves of Debilitating Pain

Sitting on a cold hard pure porcelain while yearning to lay down.

My knee is gasping through waves of pain.

Waves of heat pass through my frail body.

Morning coffee bleeds in the pristine ray of darkness.

When will it end?

I gave myself another gentle hug.

Toes curl.

Air.

Uncurl.

Furious waves across a hollow tummy.

Outside precious time melts away.

Trembling.

Knees speak out.

One hand hugs, the other hand hugs.

Waves of debilitating pain succumbs my frail body.

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No Gravity

I am in a rabbit hole with no gravity.

Am I falling up or down.

I care but yet I don’t.

A tea cup entices me to drink.

In limbo.

Should I cry?

To split me in two will add too the layers.

Another laced black mask to obscure the despondency.

Another laced white palpable mask to showcase a dazzling smile; I thank my audience.

I am falling up or down in a rabbit hole.

Pitch Blue.

Hatred, enrage I sense.

Passing portraits of family members I know nought.

I am inadequate to place gravity in its rightful place.

Passing dreams in fluffy clouds; broken into wisps.

I close my glass eyes.

I rest my despondency and succumb to the pitch blue.

An isolated diamond tear is shed into a rabbit hole with no gravity. 

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My relationship with the media went from complicated to deleted. & sometimes I look at the media and wonder what I saw in them.

Me :)

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Tumblr makes me feel like a foreigner asking for directions in another country.

Confused Me

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Tumblr isn't what I thought it was.

Me