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Birthday Gift!

Year 28 is here, and I wanted to gift something close to my heart to those who love poetry or simply wish to support me. It is my SIXTH poetry collection, the companion to July’s “Before The Sunshine”. After The Rain, the happiness that follows the sadness I’ve struggled with for much of my life… Read More

August 2018 [Monthly Playlist]

As usual, as my birthday grows closer; I notice that I tend to grow distant. Typically, so many thoughts run through my mind. How old I’m going to be, where I am in my life (my actual location, as well as with the goals I’ve set for myself). And, as always, I tend to feel… Read More

Rambling Thoughts And Excuses For The ‘D’ Word.

Lately, my emotions have been playing an intense game of tug of war. Side one wants to be happy and confident and loving/appreciative of myself. Side two wants to wallow in pain and discord, to loath and tear myself apart. Most often, it’s side two that wins the battle. This game is not anything new,… Read More

A Little Honesty.

Every once in a while I get myself so hyped up about my passion and my goals, my dreams and I get wide eyed with excitement about all that I’m going to do to fulfill those goals and dreams. And then, something comes tumbling down, weighing my mind and heart down heavily. Self-doubt. Fear. Self-loathing.… Read More

“I Believed” by Cortney Joseph

All because I believed I could, I flew far beyond my wildest dreams, And conquered a world I’d once feared.   All because I believed I could, I pushed myself far beyond my limits, And paved a way for me to Exceed far beyond my imagination.   I believed I could, And I did.

July 2018 [Monthly Playlist]

I’ve said it once before, and I’ll continue to say it; it has become so hard in this day and age to find and pick out good, quality music. Certainly, a good turn up or ratchet song is okay. I’ll be the first to admit that Cardi B’s Invasion of Privacy gives me LIFE. However, I feel… Read More

Last Day by Cortney Joseph

No one, and I do mean no one, has felt or understood or come to know pain the way I have. It thrives when I’m at my highest, sitting back, waiting to drag me down to the pits of sorrow and depression; waiting to laugh and taunt, show me that I have been and will always be a nothing and a nobody in this world. Read More