Hell in High Heels

You only see the beauty, never the pain

She (draft) — 2017/10/05

She (draft)

She was the girl with a broken heart.

She felt torn by everything life had done to her.

She had so much general knowledge, she genuinely wanted to believe she “had this”.

She loved with so much of her heart, she was unsure how she had a beat left.

She loved them as they came, douche bags, runaways, these were her people.

She wanted to be accepted. She longed to be given the grace she extended.

Just once she wanted no one to judge her on the way she said a certain word, or how she dressed.

She felt herself start to fade. To become someone she didn’t recognize.

She fought to keep the waves from pulling her under, fought to stay alive.

When she made the call it was simply to save her life. Yet there was no answer at the other end of the phone.

She deserves more. She deserves someone who genuinely cares about her and wants to see her succeed

— 2017/08/13

A review of the past few days the horror that was said by both sides reveals that there is a fundamental flaw in the pivotal construct of the relationship.


Agitations  — 2017/06/08


When you want to do something you should do it. Don’t be held back by someone who says that your idea isn’t fun for them. They don’t live in your shoes. Don’t get agitated by those who can’t measure up to your idea of awesome. Let them exist as they will and perhaps you will meet in the aftermath. 

Lucifer’s demise is much like daily life — 2017/06/01

Lucifer’s demise is much like daily life

Have you ever noticed how intense things can become so quickly. Like one moment you are fine, enjoying a parade or a festival, maybe a kickass band in your backyard. You think nothing could break this eternal feeling you have, this feeling that silently screams this is where i belong, where i want to be. Then two minutes later everything feels so topsy turvy with the band’s noise turning sour in your ears faster than you thought possible. You went from cloud nine to the pits of hell faster than Satan went through his righteous demise. Did you know he was God’s most favorite angel. He had the ear of the savior all the time. He might have run his new tunes by God the Almighty, just for kicks. Many times I think people discredit Lucifer  for “falling”: But can you imagine the power he had up there… To be able to CREATE noise to be heard by the ears of god. I know some simple musicians who can’t do that halfway, and yet they think they are simply the shit. Given the range and pitch of musical notes, the complexity of the mixture seen in them one can one imagine how much “playway” Lucifer had, and the instruments he got to play! I’m kind of jealous of the Fallen one for being that musically talented.

Huge ups — 2017/05/12

Huge ups

Huge applause for the person who let me meet my dad after quite awhile last night. Even after our huge fight that afternoon, when we found ourselves in his area, you encouraged me to call him.  I’ll be thankful to you for getting me jump started in his life. For everyone’s lives can be so fleeting, its important to be involved.


More — 2017/05/11


” You are more than what they say you can be”

The only thing written on the paper said more than a million words ever could.

The passion evident in the freshly written words. In the way the curve of the pen left traces of ink on the page. The message was simple yet complex, in that she alone could control her future. It silently implied that No one else has power over her, a message she desperately needed in that moment. The breakdown of who she was as a person came back to both fascinate and haunt her on the daily basis. She was a self reflective, quiet person. She wanted the best for everyone and sincerely hoped they all made it through this shit storm called life. It came into direct contrast with how she had lived her life. She knew what was right, she knew what was expected. But she didn’t give credence to those things. Not so far as what was expected of her.

She set her own boundaries and laughed in the face on danger, or perceived danger.


PSA I am human and have had enough — 2017/05/04
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