You’ve realized
I’m a sinking ship
and I can feel you bailing
All the treasures
I once held
were plundered
by men
by time
long before I met you
My hull is empty
devoid
of what it takes
to sustain oneself on stormy seas
Water rushes in through the breach
so I take one last breath of you
as you row away
in the only lifeboat
I am left
to fend for myself
again
Fiction, and other made-up stories
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
One Therapist's Thoughts-Before and After
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Lets Its Hair Down
Shining the light of truth on delusion
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
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Spiced with stories, served from the heart
Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle
I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
At moments like that, I try to be a mermaid. Salt water is my friend. Lovely poem that speaks to inevitable sadness.
Thank you for reading Brenda! I am most at home in water. It is my zen.
I love to float in salt water, riding the waves. It is zen for me, too. Like the universe understands and embraces me. Supports and enfolds me.
You are not empty
And i see many diadems
Faceted amongst your words
Showcasing your shine
Don’t give up
Let your past mistakes
Cultivate the soil
Of your tomorrows
Very nice! Thank you!