Orgasmic.

A host for words A gem of sorts A singing bird A light that shined I found my glow A magical being I laid with the sun I felt the heat It warmed my skin No need for speaking The grin on my face It spoke for me Body language A tell all What’s a…

Rebel souls.

We unmasked these fears Created these shifts Gave power to will Basking in the sun The goat is gone Our house is a home You’re my morning coffee And my goodnight My smile, its never ending You feed my joy Heart to heart We’re shedding skin You breathe into me life Sand in my toes…

Sacred thing

Pen to story Pencil to sketch Between the lines Between the shading  You stood there tall as ever Time defied you Time cursed you You stood there chin up Stripped to the core  Down to your essence  Dead weight lifted  Skeletons buried  Demons possessed by me Whose that girl? They ask… The way she moves…

So this is betrayal.

I’m tossing and turning Making excuses for you But I saw the proof I knew the answer But I asked the question You lied… And I pretended to be okay I was there I went to that place  You weren’t there Words fall flat Land me right on my face I was good to you …

Just strangers.

It was supposed to be forever  But I’m looking at pictures  Going down memory lane Feelings I can’t describe  I tried to give you a home I tried to give you a partner I tried with everything in me I know you’d give anything to have her back But she’s long gone  Making way and…

Am I there yet?

I fed those feeling’s and it felt so good I caved into that sweet, sweet craving These numbers will haunt me later and I know it’ll make me feel sick to my stomach, but right now is all that matters you see that’s what happens when that lonely sadness kicks in overpowering feelings… suddenly I’m…

Nothing that is for me will miss me.

   “we fight to hold on, we fight to let go” Life can be as simple or as difficult as we chose to make it, but somehow we always manage to take the path with the most obstacles. If you’re anything like me you somehow manage to make the same mistake more than once. I’ve…

She was I and I was her.

    She had that intense way about her Her heart she wore on her sleeve Her eyes they told stories She loved the gift of being a mother Her body did amazing things Her scars she wore them beautifully She always surprised herself Her strength, she dressed in daily Her smile, you wish you…

All the single ladies?!

Lately I come across post on Facebook that are literally desperately screaming “help I’m single and need a man”. Number 1. Being single is not, I repeat  is not a disease! Number 2. No man is going to want a desperate woman and if he does he’s probably himself not ready to be in a…

What would Beyonce do?

Oh the nerve of Rosa to create a blog 🙂  For a long time I thought I wanted to be a photographer for the purpose of showing other women another side to them they didn’t know they had, I wanted to create a feeling inside of them that made them feel alive and ready to take over…