sophie's existence.

Reach across the cyberscape of 0s and 1s and tell me … I was sitting here thinking too much and through tears I came to the conclusion that I’m sorry. I am sorry. – Stalemate If one feels like a nap on a beach wrapped in the suns embrace, the other feels like sneaking out at midnight to rendezvous with the moon. – How many great loves do we get in a lifetime?

Youth devoured by lust. Beautiful and stunning and taut. Youthful skin stretching over ancient bones. Youthful skin stretching over ancient bones A novel by Sophie Pierce; Self preservation in the highest order. A novel or a series of essays that tease and pull at the thread of reality that is being a beautiful woman. The blessing and curse that is youthful beauty. The tendency to fawn. Fawning was how I learned to control the violence in front of me. How to control the insat

Self Control I got on my knees And confessed my sins to an ordained voice veiled in contrite anonymity. Spirit convicted me weak Offering a sole solution to my proclivity; Marry noble. Noble. Adjective Moral eminence and freedom from anything petty, mean, or dubious in conduct or character. Noble men exist; I’ve read about them. They fill my pages with their quests for God. So I lock myself away in a proverbial tower of novels and apathetic silence I’ll be strong and

We give power to what we believe. That statement is the only concrete, unchanging constant in consciousness. No matter which perspective is chosen, belief in that perspective is required to generate power. Therefore, who to believe and why? People spout their opinions incessantly, and some shape entire generations of thought. (Aristotle and his absurd biology beliefs , for example ... ) Who do we allow to have power over our thought worlds? Why? Integrity: noun The quality

A client came to me whose body had given up on her. She became debilitated and sick after an extended period of profound physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual stress, Her identity became entangled with being a "helpoholic". With the good intention of living selflessly, she neglected to listen to her own Godliness. In her overzealousness to heal and help others, she forgot to acknowledge her body and listen to it; before her body had to scream. At the end of the session,

In this drive into the philosophical concept of freedom of choice, the two polar opposite belief systems of Rene Decartes and Fredrick Nietzsche will be examined and left to readers final conclusions. " cogito, ergo sum " Rene Decartes Roman Catholic French philosopher 15th and 16th century. Believed in absolute freedom of God's act of creation Rationalist, Dualist, Father of Modern Philosophy " God is dead, and we have killed him , " Fredrick Nietzsche German philosopher 180

The algorithm is designed to feed us information we find attractive and often solidifies preconceived belief systems; there are millions of subsets of human consciousness ready at one's fingertips to absorb. However, it is paramount that one does not become a byproduct of consumption. Media consumption shapes our views, outlooks, and regulatory states (think, media controls the masses via fear). If we blindly consume without forming coherent thoughts outside of the algorithm

I sit in my studio space in Makawao, Hawaii and listen to the sounds of bird chirping through my open windows. I am dressed in a sheer white button down, coconut oil soft skin tanned underneath. My long thick hair is past my shoulders and wavy from the braids I wore at work today. Sea salt highlights stain the dark auburn creating a cascade of blondes, browns and reds rippling through my tangled tresses. My eyes glow soft under dark brows and lashes. My nose is freckled and

A Narrative Analysis Where to start? Pride and Prejudice published by Miss Jane Austen in 1813 was originally written much earlier,...

She blinked her eyes open. Her gaze stayed unfocused for a beat. She rubbed her eyes blocking out the blurry golden afternoon light. Her eyes started to refocus and the room came into sharp detail. Dust particles floated lazily through the shafts of warm autumn sunlight that streamed through her gossamer curtains. The tendrils of a friendly green houseplant reached across the window sill and spilled down the side of the wall. She stared at one particular leaf for several minu