“Sorrow knows no depths when hope is gone.” Written for my up coming Monday School lesson: The Gift of hope, one of four gifts Jesus’ birth gave us.
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Nostalgia Tree
Stop the Clatter
Shouldn’t have opened my mouth. Shouldn’t have said a word. Should have kept it bottled inside the way I always do. I didn’t want a lecture. I didn’t want a speech. I wanted someone to listen to me. Someone to vent to. Someone to let the pressure out to. Someone to just listen to me.Continue reading “Stop the Clatter”
Excommunicated
Excommunication! Manipulation. Silence. How dare you! You will need me. Silence. I can. You can. Manipulation. Do as I say. Not as I do. Manipulation. Moan. Complain. Be silent! Abandon. Need. Manipulation. There is a built in need in every child to have a relationship or bond with our birth parents. This need is deepContinue reading “Excommunicated”
An Emotion
For ever little teddy bear lovable, cuddly, and soft. There is an evil force hard, cold, and deadly. Deadlier than the greatest plague for it becomes a plague. More powerful than a volcano, for it will erupt. Prisoner of the dark, bound by fire, loathing in ashes, black as coal. No force on earth canContinue reading “An Emotion”
Cry
I want to cry. I don’t know why. Shall this bleeding- heart ever die? True blood my heart, does not bleed. But something I can’t explain, does flow from within. this breast of mine. I can’t place it. Or put a name to it. However, it is there. But I can’t explain. April 4, 1994Continue reading “Cry”
Stone So Cold
Blood of ice. Heart of stone. No tool sharp enough, to crack the rough, jagged wall around your soul. No smile can penetrate your fire. There is no emotion from your face. The gentle flutter of a silk blouse. The flow of soft wavy hair. Does the chase even spark an interest? No! For youContinue reading “Stone So Cold”
Me to a t
Tingling nerves Sane desire Cloudy life Floating will Awake hot fire Me to a t. April 25, 2000 Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Fire on the moon
Like fire on the moon, I am consumed by desire. Denied love, my heart shrinks. Lying! Pinned by dreams. March 12, 2000 Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Getting to know
Dating is difficult at any age. It is especially difficult for me because I’m an introvert. The older we get, we know a potential partner comes with baggage: children, debt, ex’s, for starters. We hold our breath with anxious dread waiting for the crazy to drop. I let someone get in my head and convinceContinue reading “Getting to know”
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