Author Archives: kristianw84

That Really Burns My Biscuits #11

Ya know what really burns my biscuits? The price of sports bras!! As a busty woman, I can attest to the above picture and the importance of working out in a supportive sports bra. If Lucy and Ethel are not … Continue reading

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The Letter Under My Pillow

My semblance grows weary as my heart tries to understand why it was ever broken So much time has passed, yet my tears still fall copiously over the broken promises spoken ~ Another boat provided your comfort when the calming … Continue reading

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Love’s Desire

I touch the sun and it freezes me. I look towards the light but it’s black. Why can’t I feel? My skin should burn and peel. I want the sunshine back! Now through the smog they call to me, to … Continue reading

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Poetic Captions #8

Wishing you inspiration! Love & life lessons, Kristian

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Throwback Thursday #18

Last week, I admitted that I am on a weight loss journey, but I prefer to say that I am on a wellness journey. I am not only improving myself physically but mindfully and spiritually, as well. I have always … Continue reading

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Poetic Captions #7

Wishing you good days and inspiration! Love & life lessons, Kristian

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Throwback Thursday #17

After my mother died, I felt lost. It felt like a part of me died, too, and I suppose, in some ways, a part of me did die with her. I am not the same woman I was when she … Continue reading

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In These Times

Sometimes I stop and stare at rock formations and gaze in wonder at how they once lived beneath the ocean. We are all currently standing between two rocks where the grass grows uphill and before us lies a revolutionary path … Continue reading

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Heated Beginnings

Brooklyn stood at the kitchen island, chopping vegetables for that evening. It was New Year’s Eve, and some of her friends were coming over. Kent was not big on holidays, and Brooklyn thought New Year’s Eve was overrated, but her … Continue reading

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Throwback Thursday #16

I wrote this poem back in 2019 (Wow! Four years ago). It is odd looking back now. I remember writing this poem because I was feeling disheartened by humanity. I had no idea what was in store for me in … Continue reading

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