Sometimes, my favorite part of being a Writer is when I hear other ones sweep by. This is what I've been stuck on recently: Yah yah bitch, back up off me You don't know me, I'm too clean, I'm too holy, bitch I'm godly I only go for real niggas who don't brag 'bout what they bought me Cause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commas If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me Don't be blowin' up my phone and don't be...
Namaste blog tribe You know, I remember starting this page with a broken heart and lack of a prayer on getting to New York City. Then I got here in a volcanic blast of emotion and life adjustment after spending ten years in another country. THEN I lost my job, I guess that was the official point of: alright, no more tears over exes... no more taking for granted how hard I work... onto the next one. Here's the next one: two prospects. Not just...
Namaste blog tribe As much as I try to hide from popular culture, I still feel obliged to graze papers from time to time. It's kind of a social experiment to see what the humans are up to ensure I'm not participating in similar behaviors. A few nights ago I came across a story about someone I had never heard of, Natalia Kills. The reason I learned about Natalia, is because she was recently sacked from the X-Factor in New Zealand. She was fired...
Per Australia time, it's my husband's ("ex husband") birthday today. Saint Patrick's Day. It's been a minute since I've written poetry. It spilled from my fingertips tonight: restructuring stay there. can only be one. he and (eye) promises. a lot of vows. teeth chatter swearing. i dressed in shades of declaration. when you never want anything. seek a shape and style to convince the rest that. “i’m ok.” no one wears this… look. protection...