Paint me

You have painted me in love. There are invisible tracings all over me. It is a path, a map. Only you can see.Your breath a dangerous brush that paints the canvas of my body in ownership.The places that you visit belonging only to you.The tool you use to paint me doesn't matter. Be it your... Continue Reading →

He loves me

His eyes search my face and they see something that I don't. When I am at my worst, falling apart, world collapsing, he claims me as his own. Stealing me away from the darkness. His body enfolds me in strength and tenderness. HIs lips create organization out of the chaos that overtakes me. His arms... Continue Reading →

My Words

Often times when I go back and read the things that I have written, I feel as though the words belong to someone else. As if the pen in my hand was writing for my subconscious. The thoughts and feelings are mine. I feel them, I know they are my words, but it is as... Continue Reading →

She was crazy that way

Today's blog post is from my 642 things to write book. The title was where I started.  Enjoy:There were times when she was all dolled up. Her make up pristine. Her hair perfect. Not a stray out of place. Her lips full, pouty, and glossy. Kissably so. Those days were few and far between though. Her... Continue Reading →

672 things to write about: Thing #2

Well isn't this just a steamy affair all of a sudden... This naughty little book just asked me to write a sex scene I wouldn't show my mother. Hold on to your $%#^ peeps, and be forewarned. The content below can be only read by a mature audience. Or rather an audience old enough to... Continue Reading →

Creativity Defined as…….

My brain wants so much to write. I am however without the time to develop the things that my mind is quite content on writing. So instead all of my wonderful musings, which by the way were many when I was quite inebriated with pain killers after my surgery, are all long gone. I reach... Continue Reading →


Endless is the time when you are away Endless is the time that I want you to stay Endless is the beating of my heart when you say I love you Endless I wish the time in your arms was Endless is how I wish time was when we are close Endless is the reaching... Continue Reading →

What to do?

Business is the thing that steals joy and time. Unless you are doing something you love.  Then this phrase can be followed up with the saying that if you are doing what you love, you need to find a balance between doing what you love how you love it and taking the part where you... Continue Reading →

Tortured Artist

Melancholy music is in fact bad for me. I swear it enhances my need to create art in a very vibrant and intense way but also makes it where I am tortured by images, and words and idea. This torture has gone on now for a week. And while last night I was ready to... Continue Reading →

Creative Rush

Last night as I was laying in bed, nursing the toddler and unable to type a thing based on her position I sat with an inability to create anything. I found that my mind was then bombarded with so many things that I could write at once that I just didn't even know what to... Continue Reading →


Sleep –verb (used without object) 1. to take the rest afforded by a suspension of voluntary bodily functions and the natural suspension, complete or partial, of consciousness; cease being awake. 2. Botany . to assume, especially at night, a state similar to the sleep of animals, marked by closing of petals, leaves, etc. 3. to... Continue Reading →

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