The Color Of Fog by Jason Ramsey

I love when an author owns the virtue of colliding fierceness and ternderness.

It’s a quick read, just drown and enjoy.


[…]“You’re old enough to be my father.”

Edward Cain slugged a whiskey shot and set the glass on a nightstand, and it wobbled like a top before it came to rest. He stared into a mirror from the foot of the bed, tightening his eyes at the sight of an unfathomable fear: age. Edward had been a firefighter for thirty years,[…]

[…]“I’m used to giving orders,” he said, “not taking them.”[…]

Do you want more? I bet you do, I do.

Read the whole story at The Color of The Fog


I’m Mar.
Head of The Bold Mom.
Promoter and compulsive thinker.

DARK POETRY – Redemption by Mar Watercolor

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I’m sorry.

I’m sorry when I fall and crush,

and you need to squad next to me to pick me up.

I’m sorry, when I make you stop

to caress my hair


“What’s wrong baby? No worries, I’m here” I faint.

I’m sorry, when my blood beats too warm.

When I should, and I’m blind.

When I take two steps back, one forward.

When I regret and shake.


“You are my little angel, please, don’t cry.”

“I’m the fiercest,

A beast, a shark.

You give your soul to please me.

You don’t fall,

It’s me… I push you hard.”


“Such a bold soul,

for your thin, small shadow.

You’re as fierce as I am,

Because only a beast

can submit to a beast.

This is a fact,

You never give up,

Fighting like a warrior.”


“No fear, no complaints,

no excuses, just a smile.

Maybe some tears,

Levels are hard to catch.

You know… I’m demolished and you held my hand.”


“And if anyone might say,

when they think of us,

that the one with the whip

is the one in charge,

Then they haven’t understood

not even a single thing.”


“So do not dare to be sorry.

Being at my height,

You’re the first one.”

Salvation and redemption

comes from surrender and throbbing trust.



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Promoter and compulsive thinker.

Looking for DARK POETRY

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Just a little more trembling

I know you can take it.

Cry out from your soul,

I want you crawling.

But shh… not a word.

Now, listen carefully.

POETS! I’m looking for Dark Poetry. I want to build up a special section for you. Why? Because I love it and I want to know your work and if I can, help you promote it.

Rules? Very easy. I don’t mind the subject (feelings, relationships, bondage, sci-fi, faith, D/s,…), the only I ask for is RESPECT. No blaming, no attacking, no judging, no any-phobia.)

Just reach out to and let’s talk about it.

I’m Mar.
Head of The Bold Mom.
Promoter and compulsive thinker.

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I’m Mar.
Head of The Bold Mom.
Promoter and compulsive thinker.


There are plenty of non-written social rules you need to accomplish to fit as a “normal person”.
Your mind, thoughts and decisions must be one way or another; your choices and actions,
coherent; your judgments, fair and judicious.
That is so beautiful. And perhaps, it fits for most of the people but, when your mind works
different, when it’s difficult for you to control compulsive thoughts or obsessive rituals, when you
are sensitive in other ways. When you spend your nights awake and your days exhausted. When
you need certain things to release your mind, sometimes, you just can’t find your place, and
torture yourself for not being what you are “supposed” to.
Some people around you will love you just the way you are, others, will blame you because they
can’t understand (most of them). The rest, will disappear. But you are your worst enemy, and this
contradiction keeps you always on fight against yourself, which doesn’t let you go ahead with your
life in a happy way. Doubts, guilty and sadness follow you everywhere as loyal emotions, always
ready to ruin your relations and situations. You want to be good enough, but you don’t get there
and don’t even know why. Just, the rock on your shoulders grows and grows and you just get used
to it.
As you get older, and start finding the right (few) people in your life, you realize a lot of people like
you exist. For different reasons and experiences, but they are there too. Sometimes, you are lucky
enough as to find someone who, knowing it or not, works for you as a guide, and it only takes to
change a thought to realize, you are just beautiful the way you are. As you are able to love, share
and be a good person, you are amazing as any other soul out there. All your pain comes right from
prejudices which slowly broke you into pieces. Self-steem is a very delicate thing in a cactus field.
And once your mind takes determined routes since you are a kid, it’s very complicated to change
them. But not impossible.
You must learn to love yourself from the beginning. Yes, all over again, as when you learnt to read.
Forgive all your mistakes, understand them, forgive everyone who didn’t, and go on with your life
just the way you need it. And first of all, accept yourself just the way you are, with your good
things and the bad ones, with your anxiety, obsessions, sleepless nights, fears, ghosts,
compulsions, rituals and ways out. You are still a wonderful soul looking for your place, lost
perhaps, needing an anchor to hold on to, but yet a little mess wanting to share the kind of love
only you can offer, in all ways.
My first advice for the little lost souls is, surround yourself with people similar to you, so you can
create a small “comfort zone” where to start working from. Someone to talk to without being
judged. Find the little things that make you feel realized, complete and proud (no matter how small
they are) and use them as tools to go through your day.
Nowadays you hear everybody say “be brave! leave your comfort zone!” and it’s amazing, but only
if you have your mind controlled first. You need to be the owner of your thoughts and feelings
before you jump the cliff. Do not obsess with goals, just, step by step. It’s OK, you’re doing great.
Be proud, be proud of your personal successes and never compare yourself to another one,
because the greatness of the soul is not measured in terrenal units. Sometimes, being able to
make another broken person smile or make them feel supported, is greater than any other
material success in life. Never bring you down, give yourself credit, because the light of your spirit
is willing to spread as brighter as any other one, and the cover (where all your fears and traumas
remain) is only a layer over a perfect, loving, beautiful being, able to love and be loved.
Do what is good for you. You specially need your space, your time, your silence. Take it, tell the
others and make them understand. It’s OK, it’s perfectly fine to have different needs. Who won’t
understand, you don’t need them in your life. Just exercise your response to those, you need only
to forgive and smile. You have the right to be happy your own way, and when you start realizing
that, the right people will appear in your life, attracted by your good energy. And never forget to
help who needs you, because as you are, you will find lost people along the way. Never forget how
broke you were, and focus your knowledge and experience on something positive, strong and good
for the rest.
You are just, perfect.

I’m Mar.
Head of The Bold Mom.
Promoter and compulsive thinker.