I have discovered, I’m running on fumes. An empty love tank? It’s not all about gloom and dooms. So with myself, I need to be frank. ~ What would fill my empty tank? What traits do I seek from a romance? There are things I’ve learnt from past relationships I can take to the bank.Continue reading “An empty love tank”
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Where are you?
Where are you? I just need you to listen. Where am I? Keep talking. I’ll follow your voice. Why? Don’t tell me what I want to hear but give me honest feed back. Where are you? Life holding you? Where am I? I’m not talking to hear the sound of my voice. Why? This isContinue reading “Where are you?”
Winter Season
Poem Yet the silent falling snow caused him to smile. The bitter cold wind made his blood pump warm and wild through his veins. He took a deep breath as he grabbed a note book from the floor and began to write: I sit here staring out the window lately, dreaming of tomorrows white blanketContinue reading “Winter Season”
Waste not. Want not: soap
Can you use a bar of soap until it’s gone? I can. I bet your mind is blown. I made this little pouch. Making that bar say ‘ouch’. Waste not. Won’t not. I will get all the use out of you, a lot. ~
Painted Rock
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“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” Robert Frost
My weight loss journey: you’ve got to be joking!
Exercise! For me, this is a dirty word. Nasty. My doctor told me, “you need to move more.” I whined in my head, ‘but I don’t want too.’ 😢 This job is very sedentary. When I get home, the last thing I want to do is MOVE MORE. Take Cheeky out, then crash. Crashing takesContinue reading “My weight loss journey: you’ve got to be joking!”
Winter Season
The next piece of writing that I’m going to share, I’ve called ‘Winter Season’. This is a poem from that work. Winter Season I sit here staring out the window lately, dreaming of tomorrows white blanket stately. Tomorrow, the day that never comes, but aches like a thorn under your thumb. That shining beaconContinue reading “Winter Season”
What lies at your door..
I got your message from this phone number in March. My heart, it did not parch. I prayed. And I prayed. My emotions, it did not stray. This has been building since I was 10. Do you remember what happened then? I tried to tell you about ‘Cinderella Syndrome’. But it went over your dome.Continue reading “What lies at your door..”
Down the rabbit hole
I stand on the edge. Knowing. Seeing, down the rabbit hole. ~ My emotions. My life. My current state of being, looking down the rabbit hole. ~ I know it’s dark. I know it’s dangerous. Damaging to my body and mind, inside the rabbit hole. ~ The darkness is deceiving. The darkness is inviting. AContinue reading “Down the rabbit hole”
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