Addiction

The disease that eats away at every corner, The shot you pretend to pray will make you feel warmer, And you're alone again. Left to mourn within. And it goes on and on and on... Alone, you wear that dress too sheen, Why do you want the world to see? You're proudly the dullest trinket…

Today

I have been searching for a new digital camera... Oh yes, indeed. I have always loved photography and it’s high time I start including snapshots and stories from my unremarkable life with you all. I have decided change my blog up slightly to include tidbits of the world around me. I am still working on…

The First Snow

  Don't you just love the first snow?     I don't know if I am just the typical Coloradan girl; enamored with mountains and deep carved trails leading to nowhere or if the first snow truly is adrift with magic? There was a time when I was single, carefree, just hitting my early twenties…

When

will the clouds dissipate? When will the sun peer through the grey sky and touch the world below? I am so alone.   But... I don't think even the light could bring me warmth anymore.

Disclaimer – Trigger Warning

I feel I should write a little something to you guys about my latest posts. The characters I have created in my Spiritual Anchor series are all fictional. Their thoughts and the overall content surrounding them are fictional. This series may be hard for some viewers to read, and I feel I should place a…

Forlorn

­I have never forgotten, Nor forgiven. I bring it up, Just to remind him. But, does he see? Do any of you? I'm invisible. Tangible, yet so far away...   And you'll never see me again.   Caitie

The Hunted

­I lay in the damp grass, Watching the clouds come to pass. The day dwindled on, A spindly broken baby fawn, Stumbling and shaking, Those tiny legs almost breaking. She crouched to smell the flowers, Weeds curling up her legs in bristly towers. They pulled the darling to Earth, But, what is it worth? A…

The Store

was always cramped, especially during the holidays. Last minute shoppers rubbing elbows, eyebrows creased, gruff mumbling exchanged to one another over the cramped checkout lines. It is easy to lose one's sanity during a holiday season when the pressure is ripe with tight budgets and growing prices. But, there they were. A father with his toddler…

The Swallows Song

From this perch I can see All of the addicts That walk these endless streets I hear whispers From the clouds above Calls from A broken turtle-dove I fly upon Your day dreams On and on This is my only song

Bipolar Disorder

is very much a part of me. An old friend clasping their arms around me in the grocery store. The one I saw... the one I ducked behind a shelf to hide from unsuccessfully. There are moments I fear that it consumes me. Mustering up the strength to sip my morning coffee. Fighting the urge…