Ever since the porn convention last weekend in Los Angeles, I KNEW writings would pour out of my heart at different times. One of those times was yesterday, but as I was talking about it with Lee through tears, I was unable to express my heart through writing, until now. Continue reading
self worth
Empty Stands
Well, I wasn’t going to write today because writing makes me tired, and I have a lot of flags to sew, so I decided to write a quick poem about what was going on in my heart, and as I read it, I began to weep.
I love it when my own poetry touches my heart.
As I was crying, I couldn’t get rid of what I wanted to write about, couldn’t push it to the side. I’d woken up with it, and evidently, the only way it’ll go away is through my fingers, so through these tears, I’ll give you my heart. Continue reading
The Longest Drive
Yesterday, I had coffee with a friend and was telling her a little about my past because it related to our discussion. Through remembering, I was surprised I was even saying it. Continue reading
“Always More”
what if there was more to life
than shedding clothes for men
what if there was more to life
than selling her body
what if there was more to life
than what she saw in the mirror
what if there was more to life
than the traumatic visions of old
what if there was more to life
than having to be better than others
what if there was more to life
than money
there is
and His Name is Jesus
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 