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Literary Arts by K.G. Petrone

(warning: suggestive content and language)

He checked his watch, fully aware of the time
Waiting impatiently, for his little ray of sunshine
Tonight he mumbled, “She will be mine”
He couldn’t wait to hear her whimper and whine.

While hiding in the shadows, his senses screamed
Tonight would be the night, he repeatedly dreamed

Brimming with anticipation his bulge began to stiffen and stir
Finally, he would have her;  touch her; take her

She will be mine
She is so fine
She is perfectly sweet
To rape on the street

Patience my friend you’ll soon have your taste
This spot is perfect and we won’t have to chase
For soon she’ll arrive in the exact right place
So we must remain calm and not act in haste

Hand over mouth into the ally we’ll retreat
Before being seen by those on the street
Then, my friend, you will get your…

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What I learned from years of high functioning depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem

Insightful article. Right on point.

Cristian Mihai

Disclaimer: this is going to be a long and (somewhat) harsh post about certain realities of life most of us are trying to evade by all means possible.

I am not writing this post out of empathy. I am not writing this post because I read some articles and now I am trying to pass along the knowledge.

I am writing this article because I understand.

I understand the difference between the burning pain of suffering deeply and the general apathy and hopelessness of depression. The emptiness. The lack of interest, joy, passion. I understand the despair, the loneliness, the reluctance to discuss about it all, the very fatiguing job of hiding it all behind a smile, or an “I’m fine” delivered in the worst way possible.

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Don’t Sugarcoat It

You are not alone…

The Art of Trying

I told him to stop.

And by who, I mean Kylie’s biological father.

I was only 4 weeks postpartum of having my first child that completely ripped me and I had to get stitches.

I wasn’t completely healed.

I told him to stop.

I said no.

He said “your fine”, ” it will be okay.”

I forced my legs closed. I only had so much force.

I’m pushing him, yelling at him. Saying no. Screaming STOP!

As he pushed himself into me. I went to a different world.

I was silent.

He kept going, no worries for him as my own vagina ripped.

I had a tear or two. But then I sucked it up.

Just deal a little bit longer, Felicia.

You can do this.

Maybe that’s why I float.

Because in a 5 minute span, MY BODY was taken from me.

It was permanently marked.

Your not pretty…

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Just Breathe... an inspirational poem by KG Petrone

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Bring Me Their Hearts– Blog Tour

Devouring Books

BMTH-1600px_preview.jpegBring Me Their Hearts
by Sara Wolf
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: June 5th 2018
Entangled Teen


Zera is a Heartless—the immortal, unaging soldier of a witch. Bound to the witch Nightsinger ever since she saved her from the bandits who murdered her family, Zera longs for freedom from the woods they hide in. With her heart in a jar under Nightsinger’s control, she serves the witch unquestioningly.

Until Nightsinger asks Zera for a prince’s heart in exchange for her own, with one addendum: if she’s discovered infiltrating the court, Nightsinger will destroy Zera’s heart rather than see her tortured by the witch-hating nobles.

Crown Prince Lucien d’Malvane hates the royal court as much as it loves him—every tutor too afraid to correct him and every girl jockeying for a place at his darkly handsome side. No one can challenge him—until the arrival of Lady Zera. She’s inelegant, smart-mouthed…

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I am who I am...a poem on self-forgiveness and letting go by KG Petrone

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