Too Early to be Late, a poem about success
Too Early to be late It’s too early to get up but there’s so much to do. Can’t keep going like this but he Has to. All about the money and These nice things he has. Maybe he’ll try to lower His class. Tired of decisions about Everything from clothes to food. It’d be great if they’d tell him what To do. But that’s no … Continue reading Too Early to be Late, a poem about success
Leave the Burning to the Fire.
If you could burn anything – any idea, object, word, insect – Anything – what would you burn? I think I would burn procrastination. It is the bane of my existence. Mosquitos could go, but they do feed the spiders that feed the birds, etc. Maybe global warming, but that is a result, not a thing…World hunger is kind of a given but it’s so … Continue reading Leave the Burning to the Fire.
Before I Stride, a poem of the in-between
Before I stride by Lucidity Lamb Between two posts, there stands a gate. Within it’s shadow, I stand and wait. Beyond, there shines a vibrant sun, Out of sight of this begotten son. – Who am I now, before I stride? Who was I when I was alive? What choices made, brought me here? What sins denied? How many tears? – Before I step forth, … Continue reading Before I Stride, a poem of the in-between
The Hidden Heart, a poem
The Hidden Heart And she rides the feather with her eyes, Escaping the ground in her mind, Fleeing the sound of her own voice, Repeating empty, boring lies. And she sighs as Veronica passes by, Her scent, her shape, her smile, Pretending friendship will satisfy, Aching with unrequited desires. And she locks the door to her room. Alone is better than consumed. This world is … Continue reading The Hidden Heart, a poem
The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir, Blamed me for the curse upon its head. Never will I forget the terror and Wreckage left ‘neath its pounding tread. I fled into the mountain’s mystery, Curtained beneath the broken stone. But it found me shaking in shadow, Revealed by the serpent’s clone. Howled, did I, and screeched, did it, As it trapped me beneath its towering form. … Continue reading The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
A New Chapter of Your Life
Your life is a book. It’s your story. You write it every day. Did you know that? Have you taken control of the author or narrator’s role to move your own character through their story arch? Sometimes I forget that the things I do are the result of my own decisions. Sometimes I get angry or bored or frustrated with my life. We all are … Continue reading A New Chapter of Your Life
Dancing with Your Future Self
Ghosts and vampires, Picnic table ants, Memories both good and bad. Scary monsters, Sexy witch or nurse, Dressing for lives we never had. Halloween candy’s Long gone by ten. Wear your costume anyway. No one’s watching, But your future selves. Be your own fun today! Continue reading Dancing with Your Future Self
History of Me
I took some pictures. Things I’ve seen a thousand times or more. If home is where my memories live, these are the things that the walls are made of. Continue reading History of Me
Fences of Freedom
Friends, I have been rather stressed lately and dealing with some increased depression. But I went for a drive a few days ago and took some pictures looking out the window. It’s amazing how beautiful the world is, even if you can’t see it at first. I’ve been looking at these pictures today and realizing how gorgeous they are. But I noticed they all have … Continue reading Fences of Freedom
Pretty Purple Pause
This pretty purple pause brought to you by the people who work too hard, too long, for too little. Always remember that there is more to life than what you have planned, or even imagined. Continue reading Pretty Purple Pause
All That I Might, a poem
Morning comesAnd here I lie to myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan to achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty, I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Regretting that I had notTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend to go back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here. Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might, a poem
Blind, a poem of obsession
Find me in the sandstorm, my love, Eyes scratched out and blind. I am waiting here for you To come to your senses in time. We were meant to be together, Even my psychic agrees. My beautiful lover, I know, You will come someday to me. Remember the time we spoke Of dreams we each held fast? And you told me that you hated How … Continue reading Blind, a poem of obsession
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