Be Yourself! But not too yourself Because you must Make everyone Else Happy Too There’s nothing worse Living the curse Being the one Everyone dislikes Cause It’s You You put on the face In digital grace Ignore yourself For a thumbprint In Blue If you’re lucky Maybe your life Is better For... Continue Reading →
There are words That are like painting The sky upon the air There's no way to do it And yet, it's already there There are worlds Beyond naming The cry I didn't hear There's no way it happened And yet, I was here Every day is a new question And exclamation twisted round Am I... Continue Reading →
A perfect key to a lock I didn’t know was there A note unwritten brought lightbulbs To darkness long buried in crumpled sheets Then, at my lowest, My lungs became wings Soaring on melody My mind always in verse The harmony coming Only with the bass In tones I have written Thought I fell from... Continue Reading →
I’m not a Rush fan - I know I am the worst form of life. I appreciate the mastery of them, and I get a lot of people love them. My husband, especially. Neil Peart is one of his idols. I just read on here that he is an author too, so I hopped on... Continue Reading →
I think it’s hailing again. Sounds very plinky outside. I think I’m writing a short story; I'm close to 3k words. I don’t know how long it could be. It’s all waiting to be told. The idea came right as I was falling asleep, and I was paranoid I was going to forget it. I... Continue Reading →
The next time I want to tell myself I’m a horrible mother, I am willing myself to recall these moments just as much as the reel-to-reel of my failures. I am willing myself to see the good as much as I find the bad. I am not a perfect mother. More often than not, I... Continue Reading →
Well, I'm working through a lot of stuff right now because there are a lot of milestones/triggers/memories, whatever in this timeframe. From August to January, every year, I am most likely to go insane or start hurting myself in some manner. Whether it's picking up old habits or inventing new ones, I struggle up or... Continue Reading →
All We Need is Just a Little Patience Inner Wisdom whispers Stroking my unruly curls The tears that had blossomed But never unfurled Just the stinging of the dew . . . .. ... ....wait for it Mel Gibson said it But the whisper was more like a cough A choking sensation From my exhalations... Continue Reading →
