Headphones in, Pencil in Hand, Notebook Ready….

I’ve been writing quite a bit lately, but I’ve posted none for my readers or subscribers. Sometimes I really do get lost in my notebook, and I just almost detach from the outside world. A good amount if not all of the material I have been writing lately will be included in my upcoming book.

 My upcoming book will contain some of the most heart wrenching and personal  moments I have experienced. 

Below you will find an excerpt from my UPCOMING BOOK : 

I  somehow convinced myself that things were different. Things had to be different, therefore the love I needed was also different. These statements are incorrect. My mind, body, and soul crave different. Different behavior patterns. Different outcomes.Different feelings. I just wanted different. I wanted different but for me things haven’t been different. I’ve covered and filled my emptiness and lack of belonging with a list of to do’s, I’ve covered it with laughter and smiles  that sometimes don’t even penetrate past the surface, to even begin to mend my broken  heart or fill the emptiness. If I take the meds and do everything I am supposed to do,then why does everything still feel the same ? Why has different fled from me? All I keep going through are the same symptoms and same feelings but all I want is different. I want change. But I have yet to get either. 

Release date coming soon !

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Bleeding Heart Poem

Have you ever heard the gesture “Love  hurts”? Well let me be the one to tell you it is not just a saying, it really can hurt. We’ve all experienced some type of hurt in our lives and we all have our own ways of dealing with it. Personally, I love to write to make sense of things, and though this is not my usual style of writing poetry it was quite a journey to write this.

My heart bleeds not only from your misuse, abuse, and lies,but my heart bleeds because of all these broken family ties.

My heart bleeds not only from the pain but from all the losses not the gains.

My heart bleeds because I know you don’t love like I do. I know you don’t even see me that’s why I feel blue.

My heart bleeds because in your eyes I will never be enough, but I know I’m tough.

My heart bleeds  because to you i’m invisible.

**Can you even see me? I’ve been here all along .Can you even hear me? You continually talk over me and ignore me when I do speak.

My heart bleeds because  I don’t know you just like you don’t know me and we’re supposed to be family.

My heart bleeds time and time again because I continue to let you disappoint me .

Hoping for change. Praying for understanding that still hasn’t come.

While you sit and drink yourself to death with all the rum.

Or get lost in all the women, the men, the drugs, in the secrets, in the lies, in the circle of things that continue to break these family ties.

My heart bleeds because I am sick of all the hidden tears, hidden scars and hidden fears.

My heart bleeds so let’s cut it in two because even now, I still love you enough to give half of it to you.

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