//"INDEPENDENCE" Dear Middle Kid; We grew up in the perfect town that some called a state. You sat near my sister during my seventh-grade presidential elections — I had the dumbest speech. The

I won I own m y s e l f Controversal Opinion: trigger warning. I think triggers and bullies are good. Which means -- I believe they both have value. The haters are useful and throw out creative solutions;

I love you, I wish you could see; The beauty you gave to me. Dear Muse, Why was I constantly trying to be someone else’s dream instead of living in my own dream girl body? I am a writer; I am sorry you

I have no rules on here. I can post whatever the fuck I want. And even if I was slightly interested in politics -- I'd do that. I'd write and write and write and write and write and write. In the face

Tupac told me through a t.v. screen that I should be a real model not some fake ass role model that plays a good character. Tupac told me that Fear is stronger than love so when my parents thought I was

I am not sure if I am an atheist or a pagan witch. I think a little of both. The thing is — I used to be a die hard Christian, always looking for the truth. And then when I found the truth, I denied it

POEM // AGE 8. My mother told me that I was evil for whatever in hell my eight-year-old self said. And my mother told me that she told the doctors All about the things I did. My mother told me to take

I think that’s been my question and always the point of this blog — I desired to tell my story. However the story contains characters that are not just me — they are of other people who maybe don’t want

My mother held my bleeding body cradled in her arms. Clutching that deep wound, my hands were stained with blood. Some dripped onto the floor as she walked, drops of me returning to the earth. Hands trembling

ORIGINAL POEM // PILLS #mentalhealthawareness My mother told me that I was evil for whatever in the hell my eight year old self said or did. And my mother told me that she told the doctors All about the

Hi February 2nd 2022; You are not far from my grasp. Just a tad more moments in between here and there -- I am certainly grateful for every day. It is the last day of the Sundance film festival over in

Scroll down to see my personal musing about crypto-utopia in bold and my personal musings in regular script. But, first a poem! intentions // original poem by @laurabell [fairytales] [walk the path of

Lately, I’ve been exploring my concepts of the beginning and end of the world — my life. I recently stepped away from Christianity into peaceful atheist/agnosticism. It’s a completely different world view.

[[The past is always the best inspiration for me.]] A Three Part Weekend Freewrite: 1. "I was thinking of you," I said "I was thinking of you," I said and bit my lower lip. My head

Ralph Waldo Emerson "Self-Reliance" Published first in 1841 in Essays and then in the 1847 revised edition of Essays, "Self-Reliance" took form employing Emerson's detailed daily journal

Dear Reader, It's an exciting time to own one's madness and danger. It's interesting, I have been thinking about this question "Am I dangerous?" I am pondering the potential positives to the

"Winter Moved Inside" a writing prompt from @mariannewest The log planks of the former evergreen trees rested beneath my feet. The deadwood splattered a touch of cold underneath both soles as

The Christian community can see what this means literally; however, that is not why I am here. I am not a Christian.

“LAYING IT ON THICK” “OH THE DRAMA” “HERE WE GO AGAIN.” I tried to paint that. Haha! I got tired of the oil pastels that I finished the series of back this summer with the portals and moon phases. It was

These past few weeks have been difficult; entering a transition zone in life, again. It seems these moments come with extreme emotional exhaustion. And I am planning for the future; a thing I've done very