When I think of you I’m rocketed to the stars! Your love encircles me, And sets me down gently when I need to be. ~~~ I’m afraid The girl you once new Has faded slightly, But the embers still burn brightly. ~~~ I’m searching And I’ll never stop. I hope that part, Is the one … Continue reading Star Love – May 20, 2019
A friend, of a friend, wrote and sang this beautiful song about letting go and meeting again. If you have ever watched someone fight to stay alive, this song will definitely bring on the those funny little things that pop out your eyes when you're happy and sad. Full of hope and light. Always Keep … Continue reading Talking to you…a song 5/21/19
What if I were to tell you, Life is one big perception. Would you believe me?
My mom believed God would save her, At least welcome her. I believe, if there is a God, For her.
Come, join me. Let’s drown in sadness. Sulk in the fluid river of tears. Swim in the lakes of our demise. Flirt with what’s coming. Take my hand, join me. In this beautiful dance, But before you do Grab ahold of something That will pull you up, Remind you, You are still alive.
By the time You decide It’s too late. Universe, Please, don’t let that be my fate.
Tossing and turning, Waving and bent. The sensation is freeing. Stretching as far as your eye will take you. Flittering as the wind flops Front to back. Whooshing in synchrony, The tippy tops. I lose myself in blowing trees, Endlessly Whirling away. Where ever your subconscious takes you.
As the branch bends, The bud pops. I slide down each arm of life, Stopping. Breathing in it’s new beginning. The old stem has come back, alive. Once again Anew with joy Perky toward the sky. I linger Hoping It’s vitality Will seep into me. As the bud pops, I smell sweet life Fresh in … Continue reading The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019
The forgotten, then remembered Hits you hard the second time ‘round, Unprepared and snoring. The forgotten, then remembered Sends bubbles cutting through the surface, We've all been told a watched pot never boils. The forgotten, then remembered Scrapes their way into your existence, Then cuts you deep. The forgotten, then remembered Throws a surprise party … Continue reading The Forgotten, Then Remembered – April 9, 2019
The before, the after, the now I live in all three Woe is me.
I’m not ready. Most days, I feel I never will be. Then there’s a glimmer. A faint poke of hope. I’m looking out. From the side of a mountain. I hear an echo of your voice. An avalanche is upon me. I’m not ready. Most days, I fear I never will be.
The water lurches onto the land, Suffocating everything it covers. A blanket of beauty, twinkling as the sun bounces it’s rays, shimmering along it’s path. Underneath this mysterious enigma, it shields the unknown and invisible. The constant movement, flowing to nowhere. Just keeps going, And moving, And smothering under the blanket of beauty, always glistening. … Continue reading Flood – March 21, 2019
The quiet stirs. The sad seeps in. The anger is not far behind. Now, I catch myself. I shuffle through my pocket of happy, Hoping, to quickly find a thought. Clear a new path to wander. The cycle continues, Until my path resembles the branches of a tree. Thankful for the choices it's many directions … Continue reading Branches – January 12, 2018
As she Goes, self-doubt on high, My chest puffs out, for her. As she goes, feeling small, I sit up straight, for her. As she goes, carrying the weight on her shoulders, My arms extend toward the sky, for her. As she goes, and does not believe, My spirit dances around, for her. She will … Continue reading For Her – March 9, 2019
The smell of the Earth brewing, Under the dead grass. Muddy snow, cracked ice. Fresh with the scent of dirt, laden with winter's toll. Promising to continue the cycle. Birds chirping, hidden in a haze from the melt. Again, we awaken with hope. Wet and soppy, shivering afresh. Reborn as the Earth emerges, alive. The … Continue reading A New Day – March 3, 2019
Glub, glub. Searching for air. The tiniest speck will suffice. Just a sip, a taste of life for another moment.
My hope for you, Old friend of mine. Find peace within. I've cried these tears before, A long, long time ago. When life was simple, But the pain was still the same.
I tried so hard…for you. I put my trust…in you. But now here I am, Right back where I started. Fighting so hard to feel whole. To feel the love through the anger. But you’ve imprisoned me in this space of perpetual conflict. Again, and again I reach out for you. It falls silently at … Continue reading Attempts – January 29, 2018