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Choose to Rewrite Happily Ever After.

I chose to fill my void with what I loved before I lost myself in the fuck-boy abyss. I chose to spend time traveling, reading, exploring different spiritualities, meeting new people. I chose to live for myself, and abandon my Disney-induced little-girl dreams. I chose a fairy tale in which the ...

poetry

Before You Forget Again: You Are an Amazing Triumph! {poetry}

You are not defective, my dear one, Not a burden, Nor do you struggle alone.

feminism

The Passion of the Priestess from Magdala: A Lost Love Story.

The voice of Christ cracked under emotion then, and tears welled in my own eyes when He continued: "You are the one the world will need when the shadows of men have festered and soaked the whole of humanity with their rotting ego-born desires. You are the one, my Priestess, my soul-mate, who ...

wisdom

Surrendering To The Warrior Circle Within.

As we dance together in this connected exchange of power and control, we instinctively realize that we are not isolated from one another, even in our mistakes. We truly recognize that we are comprised of the wisdom and spirit bestowed by those who have committed to guiding our journey, and that ...

you & me

I Am Bigger Than The Things That Scare Me, But This Feels Different.

I know now what you want. I know now how you want to do this. I, for lack of a prettier way to say this, am not ready to do it. I might be in a month. I might never be. I don’t expect you to convince me, or to wait for me. Even if you did, it wouldn’t be something that you would need to shut ...

poetry

One More Song. {poetry}

Today I sing one more song for you as the poet cries again When he is heard across the world. Since the thoughts of you Are engraved all over his heart now sore with the need of you.

poetry

Let’s Go Back There. {poetry}

Yes, let's go back there Where there are no rules Just passion and desire

poetry

I Don’t Love You. {poetry}

I don’t love you because my senses get heightened at the mere thought of you, or because my heart cannot beat if it isn’t for you, as my soul shines in anticipation of the presence of yours. I love you because a snowflake blinds my wait, and the morning dew fertilizes my thoughts of you.

poetry

A Holy Rhythm. {poetry}

To age he finally cries Cruelly, he limps atop time, crippled only in the throes of its touch Fighting and fleeing the throngs that have descended into its cold and callused crypt

sex

Under The Dream Tree. {poetry}

My favorite work of art, is you in my embrace, Is us, together, in this ecstatic form, under the Dream Tree

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