Image courtesy of 9Gans at Pixabay   Dear Former Me I would just like to let you know that you have eventually left the abuser that nearly destroyed you.   For what it’s worth: you have regained What you have lost: yourself You’re still working…

Yesterme, both friend and foe. How I hate and love you so. Hate you for mistakes you’ve made. Love you when the truth you’ve paid.   Retrospectively, I see, What a being you’ve made of me. Yesterme, I’ll have you know, I have seen your…

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Strung out on hysterics, kissing midnight In this moonlight dancing on the red curtain, your skin, almost seems flushed with rouge As I play your body like a violin, pluck your strings Creating symphonies, rising above…

Words flowing from pen, Evoked from my heart, mind’s eye Memoirs of my soul Eve Remillard 6/22/19  

Midnight where I am. Some say the witching hour. I’m still bewitched by my companion. So here’s another quick and easy contribution so I can get back to him. Silver tongued lover Whispers love between my thighs I respond in kind

Your chest isn’t too small your butt isn’t too flat your glasses aren’t too thick your feet aren’t too big those insults are coming from others that don’t even know themselves they want you to be who they are comfortable with someone who minimizes their…

Across the sea through frozen waves and depths so deep that they have never seen the sun Lies a land sister to my own separated billions of year ago A land that holds my heart From the moment I first stepped onto this land with…

Dear precious little Gina Never saying a word Then scream at the top of the stairs Just trying to be heard. Dear pretty little Gina The world will work out fine. In spite of how it seems The smiles will come with time. Dear precocious…

Winged Heart   with wings on your arm you wear your heart on your sleeve so permanently     ***This is an actual photo of my first tattoo. I got it in memory of my late husband Rickey, who suffered from multiple medical issues which…

The curls of my hair rising in the wind, we walked around holding hands. He loved me and I loved him too. He loved curling my already curly hair, with his index finger. We roamed around,sang together, loved with no limits. Today,pages flip back in…