What’s your time?

I’m more creative at night I gather all thoughts They seem comfortable happy to connect. They let me drink because I am thirsty They let me dive right in. Meanwhile, I can play with words dreams and emotions So I put on my magic … My pjs 😆 Goodnight 😘

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Almost

Spring and allergies, crying like a mad woman. But here. Trusting bigger sunny days. Declutter. Exhale all bullshit. Breathe. Create. Good luck!

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His Whiskey Sour by Kim Loraine is Live!

      His Whiskey Sour by Kim Loraine My rating: 4 of 5 stars Easton is definitely an artist. For a musician, feeling blocked is hard. Trying new songs with a little help from Ireland… Not the country no, but this witty, sassy girl. Easton wasn’t that kind of celebrity, showing off like those […]

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At some appointment 

It’s hard to say the words  when you feel down  when something or someone  happens in the same path as you For me it’s somewhat private somewhat reserved The words don’t come out until it’s safe and silent

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Review: Bondage Night

Bondage Night by Gabriel Ricard My rating: 4 of 5 stars “Bondage Night shows us the vicious climax of a chaotic, intense, compulsory love affair between two unhappy, unrealistic people.” Unhappy and unrealistic? Can I say that is what life is for you!? 🙂 We are all dysfunctional. We are not normal. We are still […]

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Fire and Ice

“Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice” Robert Frost

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Trapped

Why won’t you share How happy you feel with meHow much do you care To keep us in privacyI see you smile at the worldBut just the eyes on me If I talk, who’d believe me? by Monica Sofia

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Promise

I’m a candle which burns just to see you light up Almost done, hate to leave you lost and back in the dark But like you said it was my purpose

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I’ll keep dancing on my own

An evening of past memories sweet glances of moonlight such enticement of a thing turns me although trembling into a soften breeze While fences breaks my skin wind sounds will caress me drying tears of my sleep lingering and whispering hidden in the shadows Such a stillness in words as abstract as I paint hanging […]

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