Teodora (Poem)
First words were amazing grace
First words were amazing grace
A poem by Jason Suerte Felipe. Junior Brown believed in chasing a dream Writing about freedom since he was eighteen But then he realized life is not what it seems … Continue reading The Story of Junior Brown
Ordinary things can be extraordinary.
Welp. Welcome back to another installment of Retail Horror Stories. Where we share the best moments you’ll have working in retail. So hang tight! It’s back to Hell!- erg- I mean- … Continue reading Retail Horror Stories: Revenge Of The Karen
Never grow up, that was the rule. . .
When your heart breaks, it shatters into a million pieces. Some small and some too large for you to carry on your own. But if we are so lucky, someone … Continue reading Broken Glass (Poem)
second chances are a blessing. but a third, fourth, a fifth- that’s a hamster stuck in a hamster wheel. he says you’ll come back around, but don’t give him the … Continue reading Hamster Wheel of Second Chances (Poem)
Porn is fantasy, not reality. In what way can using these sites boost your self confidence?
the mint tin box.
here’s to the quiet ones. who bite their tongue, and grip their teeth. holding back the tears, with a smile so bright, while hiding a history so dark. the strength … Continue reading Here’s To The Quiet Ones
we shot for the moon, but got lost amongst the stars. separated by a sea of galaxies, billions of specs apart. shooting stars crashing towards earth, trying to find our … Continue reading Fallen Star (Poem)
Is cheating like the proverbial tree in the forest? That it doesn’t exists if there’s no one around?
My lips were never meant to be kissed by another. . .
that kind of love exists. believe me, I know. . .
sometimes i feel you pull the tether. waiting for me to pull back. . .
Things don’t always go as planned. But I’m glad it didn’t. . .
Our love drowned to the bottom of the ocean.
From there, we see truth. From there, we see heartbreak, pain, freedom and comfort. . .
Please understand. I’m not a bad man. I’m just a man. . .