Sometimes I feel like a useless human being. As if I am breathing someone else’s oxygen. My life has little meaning or purpose. I am trapped in a maze without end. I can’t begin to comprehend this struggle inside me. A feeling of restlessness, boredom and being unfulfilled. Those feelings are never strong when youContinue reading “Sometimes”
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Since I met you
I have done a very bad thing. My heart has started to sing. Is it love or lust, that has made my heart wish to bust? I have broken my golden rule. To my heart I am being cruel. I have developed feelings for someone I work with. My mind can not break the myth Continue reading “Since I met you”
What lies behind the eye?
What lies behind this eye? Is it really a window to a soul? Does it lay awake at night and cry? Can you tell if inside it has a heart time stole? Eye of blue but mostly gray, what story could I make up about you today? Are you a wild and carefree child? OrContinue reading “What lies behind the eye?”
I tried
I’m very uncomfortable talking to you. What do I say? Be encouraged. Try! Say something funny. Say something witty. Try! All of my life, I’ve been called snooty, stuck up and a snob. Be encouraged. Try! If all else fails, just say hi. So I tried. I said something witty? Be encouraged. Try! Had thatContinue reading “I tried”
Love
*Authors note. If you have been following me for a while, you may have noticed that my poetry has been thin. Sorry about that. Having completed Renovation in Progress. It’s time to work the what was The Renovation of Me. Have to come up with a new title. 😂 Love, a word that has aContinue reading “Love”
Wins
“We take our wins where we can get’em.” Chico’s Mom It’s cold but the sun is shining. It only cost $100 to fix your car instead of $1,000. You have a head cold, not COVID. The wind turned your brellie inside out but you have a rain coat on. You stubbed your toe. You didn’tContinue reading “Wins”
Day 154: 334 days of photos
Were you always there?
A bird in the peanut butter
In an attempt to govern my appetite, trying to make better choices before I take a bite. The winter solstice had me craving things. My stomach, loud and proud did sing. More than half of the peanut butter jar was a dark void. Could I be any more annoyed? Holding my breath, I unscrewed theContinue reading “A bird in the peanut butter”
Is to. Is not!
Getting older is having occasional aches and pains. Getting older is not dead. Getting older is having wisdom. Getting older is not the end. Getting older is slowing down to enjoy life. Getting older is not quitting. Getting older is the next chapter in life. Getting older is not the last chapter. Getting older isContinue reading “Is to. Is not!”
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