I have been an artist ever since I can remember.
Fighting demons from an early age, amazingly, a happy-go-lucky spirit... that is, until...
But you fall down, you pull yourself up, you dust yourself off, and you start all over again...
Bipolar Disorder didn't kill me.
Anorexia didn't kill me.
Molestation, self-mutilation... did not kill me.
And neither ... more »
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Topaz shadows undulate their way past
To whisper sultry sonnets
Across the sheets
Sheets that have been tossed, turned,
Twisted, tantalizingly torn inside out
And tugged, until they drip fluidly
Onto the rug…
Next to the four poster bed…
Dripping wet, spilling their
Contents of last night's tango
Onto the floor where they
Nearly hover in anticipation
For another round…
As the shower steams and drips drops
Onto the tile, feet ripe with expectation, antsy
To begin another stanza,
Beat out a rhythm toward the
Sultry shades of ...