Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.
My good intentions went down the drain. No good deed goes unpunished. You were determined to misunderstand me. You were set out to disagree.
There is a reason why people from your past don't make it into your future. We are balls of constant spinning energy. We move so fast we can't see ourselves being pulled in a different direction.
I was searching for a mother who wasn't there. For the mother-daughter bond others, all seem to have that I was lacking. Instead, I had a woman who would turn on me within seconds like a snake.
I once lived in the house of bad luck. It was haunted by spirits of dead friends who died in the 90’s from cancer. My living room was directly above the room he passed away in.
The world is against me. I fight my way through the crowd. I make my own path to the finish line. I have no cheerleaders.
Cats purr when they are in pain. I was eleven years old when I learned this. A pure black male cat I called Honey. He had a large scab that covered the left side of his body from sitting on an engine block trying to stay warm in a Michigan winter.
I miss the lost art of letter writing. I remember sitting by the telephone waiting for the phone to ring. Back when you didn’t know who was calling until you picked up the receiver.
Exactly twenty-four hours after being thankful for what we already have, we trample strangers for sale items. We sleep four hours in a turkey-induced coma.