Kiki

Joined February 2018

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Bio

Kiki Coll is a kind hippie with an earth mother’s soul. She enjoys unplanned adventures, familiar music, amateur photography, and manic cupcake baking! Life is all about the frosting!

Kiki's motto: Love and peace, pass it on!

Stories (13/0)

Summer's End
Its barely a few hours since daybreak and already the Eastern sun is beating down on the water, dishing out the last bits of summer. Soothing sounds of the surf roll against the shore, thick air hanging steadily in the stillness of an early September morning.
By Kiki7 months ago in Poets
Summer Thoughts
Summer Thoughts ... Sweet Tea Long, lingering kisses The red chested robin Moonlit strolls Sunny days for reminiscing
By Kiki2 years ago in Poets
How to Unchain your Spirit
I was born into chaos. As the youngest of six, my childhood was marked with the classic signs of a dysfunctional family unit.
By Kiki2 years ago in Motivation
Loss of a Mother
I think that when a woman loses her mother, in many ways she loses a part of herself. Regardless of their relationship, good or bad, our mother is the most determining factor that we use to weigh our own feminine forces against. Our identity is so often tied directly to our mother’s identity. Unlike sons who are expected to be autonomous, daughters intrinsically seem to know that they will continue the cycle of identity that expects daughters to be like their mothers. Universally women look to their mothers for approval on how to be a woman.
By Kiki3 years ago in Families
Discovery
Their romance may have been cut short, but their love would certainly be everlasting. That was what she knew with certainty in what she learned was a capricious world.
By Kiki3 years ago in Humans
Human
People don’t write to one another any longer. By write I mean take pen to paper. Personal, physical expression. The handwritten word is silently slipping away like rain on a windowpane; replaced by the tap, tap, of a disinterested keyboard striking out picture-book fonts in an impeccable display of modern linguistics.
By Kiki3 years ago in Poets
Hooked
They were made for uninhibited weekends. Every moment they spent together was a race against time. They depended deeply on the strategically planned escapes.
By Kiki3 years ago in Poets
Parting
The taste of his coffee reminded her of his kiss, warm with a hint of bitterness. She gazed downward with each sip at the abandoned roses scattered by the saucer.
By Kiki3 years ago in Poets
Borders
I woke to the sound of the bedroom door opening. The early morning sun fell lazily into the room. My eyes met the fade of his familiar smile as he quickly reversed his intentions, closing the bedroom door between us. The sound of his step whispered softly down the hall as I sat motionless in the bed. Sleep still silenced my voice but certainly not the pounding of my heart.
By Kiki3 years ago in Humans
The Healin'
Why we keep running down this road Along the same splintered path Twisted up wrath Can’t survive on this empty heart
By Kiki3 years ago in Poets
Waking the Wild Woman
I am waking Yes, I am I am no longer the child born Nor the woman scorned I am waking Slowly finding self Aware of my spirit
By Kiki6 years ago in Poets
Fearless
I am not afraid of your scars I am not turned off by your broken pieces I can match your imperfections against my own I am not looking for a healer or a saint
By Kiki6 years ago in Poets

Kiki

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Summer's End

Summer Thoughts

How to Unchain your Spirit

Loss of a Mother

Discovery

Human

Hooked

Parting

Borders

The Healin'

Waking the Wild Woman

Fearless

Stories (13/0)