Sometimes I'm no good at writing poems. I tend to lie about what seems to rhyme. Sometimes I am just terrible and can't find the words I have a mean temper when writing poetry. What does that say about me? that poems seem so hard? Sometimes I'm no good at being a Poet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wrote this poem back in 2014 as part of a… Read More »Mindfulness Monday -No Good
I can’t say I even believe in heaven anymore. This magical place where only the good belong. The ones that don’t screw up, go the wrong way, get sucked in by just trying to survive and forget this almost impossible place, they belong in heaven. The rest of who aren’t sure about feathery angels and golden rules, where do we belong? Do we belong in that odd nothing where those… Read More »Come back and Haunt me.
Dear You Know Who You are, I forgive you for dying and leaving me here in this world without a clue as to how I am going to be able to get through a whole day without seeing something that reminds me of you and missing you even more.
Into the Contrast It's amazing to me to see the great contrasts of life. Where there is darkness, soft rays of sunlight break free and hope emerges. Where there is great sadness and despair joy can still be found. That is the contrast. The contrast is the stark difference in the situation. Someone once asked me how I could look back at some of the difficult times of my life… Read More »Into the Contrast
“I have so much to do, how am I ever going to get everything done?” My own inner voice chanted as the traffic and weather cycled through the morning announcements on the radio once more. I knew I had to get up, get moving, and start to tackle the things on my list. My eyelids still swollen heavy from sleep slowly slid up and searched for light to recognize that… Read More »Morning Madness