Writing Poetry Prompt from Christina Graves at Promptly Written — The small joys that are stolen quickly become a part of the past. Oh, how this dear mother wished they would last. As the years go by and her daughter's laughter gets older, it's a distant sound now as her sweet girl has only gotten colder. …

Photo of crying eye courtesy of Zedge. Just when I believe things are changing. I realize…..Ain’t shit changed, but the days! It does not mean it hurts any less. Actually, I feel more mindless, and it hurts more. Is it because I want to believe in him so badly? Why anytime I felt anything that resembled happiness…

A prompted poetic essay of love for my correspondents and an introduction to new readers — When my spirit is free, I want to write to thee. A letter of goodwill, a love poem or two. Perhaps a bio to introduce myself to you. When my spirit is free, my mind is set free too and words seem to flow through me, just for you. I…

I want to give some advice to not miss out on love. It is a gift. You don't get to be happy all the time. There will be some pain and hurt. There are a few tears and some confusion, but that is what being a human being is. That's what love is. What good is living this life without love? Love all you can. It's free to give, and if you let it, you get it back. Here is a list of the best relationship advice you can get. Take it and run with it. Life is short. Forget your fears, for you don't know love unless you know pain. I will take a little pain to continue to have the ability to love and be loved. To find love, and give love.

I hope to open a few thoughts in your mind about what all goes on in a relationship plagued by jealousy. Both sides get equally tortured and killed. We are only here once and if we find someone to love. We need to love, laugh, kiss, and hold hands more often. Let's always take risks, let's always learn. Let’s test our strengths and put our worries aside. — There are actually several forms of jealousy that are also rooted in some sort of psychiatric disorder. Including Othello Syndrome. I would not have been hip to this magnitude of jealousy myself had I not experienced it. There is another name for this type of jealousy is Delusional Jealousy. According…

If the Universe is listening…Poetry writing prompt from Kanaar R. Bell, Cry Magazine. (One of my favorite’s) To my big undeniable keeper. In favor of all my hopes and dreams. I fear I am asking for so many different things. Are you writing them down? Can you keep track? …

“One day, you will find a home, and it won’t be a place, it will be a person. And you will be loved in spite of all the baggage and boxes you bring with you.”-Courtney Peppernell Darkness is a dire state. To be absent of all light. Sometimes we must walk into the darkness to understand what the light is. I wasn't new to darkness. I had come face to face with it more than I would like to admit. My saving grace has been my ability to have hope. So I want to offer hope to others because hope sustains life. I am reminding us that anything is possible. It can lead you out of the darkness. The darkest place I have come to know is addiction. It will strip you of everything you have, including the person you once knew yourself to be. But will nevermore be. There are still lessons to be learned from the unthinkable. I want to share the knowledge I have gained from my experience. Maybe I can shed light for some going through your darkest of days.