Change your mindset: Rae’s Violet Adventures

When I started writing this post, it was gonna be a full on rant, but I took some time to reflect and decided I could either be a shell of a person, miserable and broken, OR I could appreciate the good and positive experiences and make this a moment of gratitude.

Some thoughts on my mind

I am pretty good at hiding my emotions, especially sheer disappointment, dispair and/or anger.

Are Monsters Real?

A poem

They told us

The monster under our beds

The monster in our closets

The monster in the dark

All those monsters were not real

Rediscovering Arcades

For most of my adulthood, I have strayed from arcades and console games. Mostly because they were bitter reminders of my exes and what I didn’t like. I placed a negative stigma on gamers and wanted to avoid playing any kinds of games with men ever again.

Copies and copies

Oh my

Oh how I

Love a hard body

Smooth and uncreased

A Moment of Gratitude

The little moments really add up.

On here, I’m usually complaining and lamenting what’s gone wrong in my life. Seems like the only time I document my good times and moments I’m grateful for is in my journal or brief Instagram stories or tweets. But whole blog posts?? Almost never.

No New Friends

A poem

One month, one month ONLY?

When I wrote this title, I was thinking of a Brent Faiyaz song. What I’m writing about has nothing to do with any of that, though.

The four of us only knew each other for one month, yet it felt so much longer. We met at a coffee shop with maybe 40 other people. We were strangers amongst an even larger group of strangers, then we exchanged numbers and made plans for karaoke.

“Black, White, And Gray All Over”: Reedsy Discovery book review

A slow burn of a read of a cop’s life story. The author eases the reader into his world of navigating the complexities of street life.

S3x D0ll Pt. II

A Poem