What Can Cure the Blackest Soul?

Just when I thought that I felt as miserable as I could feel, yesterday came and made me feel a million times worse. I crumbled to pieces as I sat there and listened to misrepresentation galore and a collection of preposterous self-made theories being passed off as truths poured out like Kool-Aid into a child’s glass on a hot summer day. To add insult to injury, past behaviors that I had tried so very hard… Continue Reading

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Dear Mr. Itstime Tomoveon,

Dear Mr. Itstime Tomoveon, I regret to inform you that it really is not a good idea to call someone 10 years after they have broken up with you to ask if they are still mad at you; especially when upon said break up, you stalked them for months and months and made their life so incredibly unpleasant they moved miles away without a forwarding address to get some peace. To be quite honest, I’m… Continue Reading

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Shattered dreams, the pieces fall. You pick me up through it all Tears flowing from my eyes You make sure my sadness dies. Each day I awake from slumber to see Just how much more you mean to me. You’ve captured my heart, stolen my soul. Love for you grows out of control. A life without meaning has come to an end. You’ve opened me up, I no longer pretend. Elation fills me when it’s… Continue Reading

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Little Girl with Fairytale Dreams

  Girls, do you remember when you were little, (and by little I mean toddler to grade school and maybe even later, who knows…) and you would have all your daydreams and fantasies that you would act out with your barbies.  Some you might even act out yourself and play dress up.  In those fantasies you were this beautiful princess with this beautiful fluffy and elegant white dress and you were getting married to the… Continue Reading

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Alone

This poem, was pretty much one of the first poems I wrote. (Well, I may have written some on scraps of paper that I may or may not find in boxes somewhere, but this is the first one that is dated and written on the first page of my first book dedicated to my poem writing.)  I think I was 13 or 14. This is also probably one of the first actually written acknowledgements that… Continue Reading

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Completely unimaginable…..

Have you ever sat and thought about all the things that you would be amazed at if they ever happened, but you know that in reality they never will. Like, your boyfriend/girlfriend uttering the following words “You were right”. Everyone has a list, and mine is definitely more expansive than what I just mentioned. I always picture that one day those crushes from back in the day, or exes, would somehow find me and declare… Continue Reading

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With love I write…

With love I write these words to you But even these words might not do For all the love I hold for you in my heart Not an appropriate word with which to start I know I don’t always do the right thing I get cranky and crabby and always have to sing I realize my quirks can bug you to death and now I can’t find a rhyme for death. You are my life,… Continue Reading

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Grasp

The grasp so tight because of fear I can’t breathe, I need air Suddenly pushing farther away Feeling trapped day after day The emotions inside constantly hidden Keeping away from the forbidden Trying to please, suppressing the real Numbing inside, hoping not to feel. Wanting to run and suddenly break free Please oh please give my life back to me You thought the grip would keep me near But its pushing me farther away my… Continue Reading

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I used to….

I used to have a home.  An almost 4,000 sq ft home, right on the Chicago River with a bedroom that looked out onto the river. I used to have a home that was considered mine, that I cleaned, I decorated, and lived in for about 6 years.  I used to have a husband.  I used to have a husband that at one time was charming, sweet, and I had many good times and memories… Continue Reading

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Deep Thoughts by the Hot Mess

Why do we spend our days doing everything we can to get THAT ONE person to notice us when the rest of the world already does and we just don’t realize it or believe it? Why do we let ourselves believe that we are nothings because of that one person while the rest of the world thinks we are incredibly amazing somethings? ALWAYS ALWAYS let the ones you care about know that they are incredibly… Continue Reading

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