Saturday, Nov. 3 — Write something risky. You know, that post you’ve always wanted to write but didn’t because you’re afraid of how your readers will react. You’re afraid of what your family and friends will think. Yes, that one. That’s the post you need to write and you need to write it right now.Continue reading “(ch)Risk day 3”
Category Archives: Pooky
8|16|00
LIES RUSH OVER ME THE COLDNESS STEALS MY BREATH THE ACID BURNS my heart in the pit of my stomach my pulse races almost as if in a rhythmic pattern my body trembles head to toe can’t control my limbs feel like I’m watching from afar out of body experience frigid insides the sound ofContinue reading “8|16|00”
6|12|00
(again, I never thought I could feel so strongly for another man in my entire life. I was even honest with the New Yorker, and told him that Pooky was going to be imprinted on my heart forever. I had no idea I could feel this way again…until Mr. Big) Am I in love withContinue reading “6|12|00”
4|14|01
And it’s the last thing I wanted to say the only thing I knew to do. Why didn’t you stop me? God how I believed in you. I think you’re lying to yourself trying to make your feelings true.
