An American Horror Story

This is the true story of an American Horror. I call it a Horror Story because it is an account of abuse and neglect that is common in America but no one talks about it. It is a very big problem that no one wants to address. I believe it is the result of a

Hope is My Middle Name

This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world. Although she wants her story to be told, to protect her family, she wishes to remain anonymous. Hope is My Middle Name I was the unexpected and unwanted child of two drug-addicted alcoholics. When I was four years old,

Dis-ease

I’ve been in THE HOUSE since Sunday Since then I’ve slept little And last night I began to feel Fibromyalgia pain Now I’m no doctor (But I play one on the Internet) I’ve educated myself extensively On the topics of physical, spiritual and emotional wellness And I have learned That all Dis-ease Begins in the

Photo Album

Going through these photos They go pretty far back Somehow in my moves from coast to coast I’ve retained my photos I’ve left behind clothes And furniture And rugs And pets And people More than once As they can attest And here I am again Deciding what to keep Only what I need Only what

Fool Me Once

People are confused by me I appear (key word) to have middle class money Yet I’m a barefoot mystical hippy With a shitload of history I get it I was confused too LMAO until I wasn’t 👌🏼 There is quite a bit of humor to be had For example Me stomping my feet “I don’t

The Contract is Complete

So many people are pissed at me I’ve cleared out so much energy But still I’m wondering why Is it because God hates a divorce (And their support of that belief keeps them in an unhappy marriage, too? The belief that they’re stuck?) Or because he is such a nice guy and he’s suffering so

The Taste of Freedom

I forgot to grab my notebook in my haste I could use a napkin But I don’t like the way my pen Can’t write fast enough To get the thoughts out While they’re fresh I’ve been lamenting much About how I should have Could have Done this a long time ago Left this contract And

The Face of Misery

Yes it hurts when people break up Families and friends suffer But to compare that suffering To the suffering that goes on inside Living rooms And bedrooms For years and years Is not fair It’s not fair for one to endure unhappiness To spare someone else’s suffering In the end it’s better To be true

Your Excuses Are Your Reality

If you’re tolerating In a relationship Any relationship You may love the person But tolerable Isn’t love able Love isn’t able to thrive In Dry, neglected and deserted Conditions Tolerating one another Will eventually become intolerable Unless it is nurtured and cared for It just won’t You either do it or you don’t You don’t