No one truly controls their own actions. We, as well as the reality we see, are all subject to wishes of our brains.

This poem was inspired my a gentlemen that I met at a wine bar. He was telling me about trips that he had taken to Africa and Europe.

More Smut from the mind of Marla.

We feel things, whether we intend to feel them or not.

This is just a little something that popped out of my head one day, its just about a pet and his master, nothing more to say bout it except that the emotions felt in this were the emotions I was feeling when I wrote it, I hope you enjoy it.

Some memories never go away.

A series of original short poems that came "off the top of my head" today.

Poem about a very seductive woman.

Trapped by Love.

This is an essay I wrote about a slave running away from a sugar cane plantation in the Caribbean.