While looking deeper  At the reflection  Of the broken woman Words escape me Emptying my mind  Of the possibility  Of what once was mine Loving her even harder  Never truly fixing the cracks That map their routes  Deep within my heart Why must I feel The world crumbing  Beneath me  When was the last time I was held against the Warmth that healed  Must I constantly wait Hoping for my savior  While fixing what never mends ...

To Hell and Back. The book was the first I had read in some time. I looked at it on the floor, it’s spine demolished after the first readthrough, marred with highlights and underlines throughout. I stared at it, having made up my mind. I knew I needed help and I was going to get it; however, I was still the same stubborn jackass and was determined to do as much as I could by myself. Emily stared at me with a look of conce...

If Melanie would ever be cursed to hell, she’d find herself doing laundry for eternity. She wasn’t sure why exactly it was that she loathed it so but loathed she did.This day wasn’t any different than the others. The morning had found her lazily crawling from her bed into her shower, followed by cartoons she was far too old to be watching, then eventually cramming all her chores into the remaining few hours before her par...

An attraction between individuals.May it be GLBTQ.A man.A woman.A transgender.Or all, whatever.Shouldn't matter.A heart connection. Is a heart connection.An attraction.Is an attraction.There is already too much control...Humanity is not really free...Who has the right to say for me?What is right.What is wrong.My thoughts and feelings are mine.Mine alone, not yours or anyone elses.So judge not another.Unless you yourself w...

To say I don't care Is to say I don't think To say I don't love Is to say I don't breathe My silence is for the hurt my words might cause My absence is for the ones my actions may hurt My thoughts are never selfish I put myself last, self-preservation is irrelevant "What will make you happy?" I ask. Will my words make you sad? I keep them inside. Will my words make you wonder? I just stay silent. Will my words cause worry...

It all begins with you. Love cannot be taught, It should be felt from within. True love is one sidedSelfish if you will,Beginning with self love. Adoring ones self is fine,Not appalling.Cherishing this factIs the key. Lips speak volumes. Souls cast auras.Mirrors reflect images.Hearts emanate feelings.Eyes reveal souls. Hearts bleed When bruised or broken. Scarring over time.Leading to doubt,Trusting no one,Not even onesel...

She didn't understand what she was doing here, in JC Penny on a Wednesday afternoon. Her long distance fucktoy, Jordan lived on the east coast. She had, of course, sent him dirty pictures from dressing rooms while she shopped before; usually Victoria Secret dressing rooms. And she had even played with herself in a dressing room while he watched via Facetime. But every one of those times was in a store of her choosing; he...

My dirty thoughts,I drift away,Letting hands wander as the may.They start on their paths,Setting free,Losing control exploring me.Breathing now labored,Thoughts of you,Oh goodness what those thoughts can do.Soft moans follow,Along with a whimper,I feel my body growing limper.Settling down,A satisfied face,The explorer lay lifeless under a wet layer of lace.Even though I can't have you now,I have my wild imagination,Which...

Unsure of myself right now at this point in time thought I would have been different by now I know I need to change the way things are going at the moment my life has sort of been at a stand still for far to long I know the only one who can make the change is me but I don't yet know where I want it to go want it to be. This is me take me as I am don't try to change me that's my job for now. I am who I am good or bad this...

Growing up in a private school, I never had the opportunities that other kids have. I never had the temptation for things that were naughty because none of that was going on around me. And if it was, it was hidden very well. People never seem to believe me when I tell them I was a very sheltered child. If they do believe me, they don’t know to what extent. I had maybe three boyfriends in high school, nothing serious, noth...