Find The Funny

Mental illness; well, any illness, is never by-the-book. Every case will be different and every individual will handle their diagnosis and symptoms differently. Some with humor and enlightenment. Some with fear and isolation. Some like the superheroes that those with a chronic illness have a tendency to be. Me? I have a tendency to vacillate... Continue Reading →

Nudity Does Not Pornography Make (repost)

Or does it? nu·di·ty ˈn(y)o͞odədē/ noun the state or fact of being naked. Does just the state of being naked make something pornographic?  Not according to the definition of pornography as listed below. por·nog·ra·phy pôrˈnäɡrəfē/ noun printed or visual material containing the explicit description or display of sexual organs or activity, intended to stimulate erotic... Continue Reading →

Jezebel (poetry)

I am jezebel Hear my song I sing of licentiousness of sin and corruption I am jezebel hear my song I sing you to stupor with the sound of debauchery and decadence in your soul I am jezebel hear my song a song of woman of man of mortal and creatures of the night I... Continue Reading →

Non-Descript (poetry)

She was not beautiful She did not shine with youth and splendor taught and supple without flaw He thought she was resplendent She was not elegant She did not walk with her head held high sweeping the floor sophisticated and sure He thought she was grace She was not funny She did not possess a... Continue Reading →

Winter Morning (poetry)

A blanket of white suspended in thin air clinging to all in its path embracing a world of peridot and emeralds Crisp air sting the face and hands burning a reminder of the season at hand into the mind and body of all A stream of light breaks through the gloom amber and pure gracing... Continue Reading →

Drink More Water and Exercise

My sister and I have an ongoing dialogue.  We pretty much sum up all of our conversations lately with "fucking doctors"! See, when you're fat, like moi, everything that is wrong with you is because you're fat.  Chronic headaches?  It's because you're fat.  Painful periods?  You're fat.  Stepped on a fucking lego?  Jesus Christ, Woman!  I... Continue Reading →

Summertime Squandered (poetry)

If I could go back to days of sunshine with glittering streams of light thru trembling leaves sparkling upon blades of green Surely I would lie in the sun bask in the glory feel the heat of golden rays of yesterday I would never again squander my time wallowing away my days trapped in my... Continue Reading →

Waiting For The Sun (poetry)

Sunshine come back to me. Scorch the earth Reflect upon the water Burn away the morning dew   Sunshine come back to me. Shine on my shoulder Brighten my skin Burn my eyes   Sunshine come back to me. Chase away the moody blues Vanquish the dreary winter haze Burn away the gray

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