Roses are red and Violets are blue I’ve got a dream and it’s with you My heart was empty and now it’s full You’ve got the fire and I’ve got the fuel So light me up, I’m waiting by the greenland My life is in your hands I used to be but a shy recluse I’d hang alone and they all came … Continue reading Unbreakable Might
In this small town populated with young and old, Shops right and left filled with the latest trends Wandering aimlessly watching events unfold Time elapses with no friends They come and go faster than I age My longing for companionship never ends Wrapped in a crowd, self conscious, disengaged A heart devoid of friends No calls, no texts, no love Tears devour me … Continue reading No Friends
via Daily Prompt: Noise You know that feeling when you just can’t concentrate? When the ability to focus is lost on you? When focus is your enemy and distractions are your best friend? Procrastination is your close cousin and time is that auntie that you only see on special occasions, but must dress and act prim and proper for whenever you do see her? You … Continue reading Noise
Beauty is skin deep In the eye of the beholder But scrutiny hits deep Growing worse as one gets older Perfection is a myth Exploited in the media Stay thin in size, in width Encourages the media What does it mean to love thy self? Why can’t a difference be a beauty? Why must I sacrifice my good health? Why can’t I be … Continue reading Why Can’t I Be Me?
A loooooong process. Like climbing Mount Everest. Overcoming a 10 year depression. Conquering those negative thoughts that stop you from being happy, stepping out of your comfort zone, finding love, making friends, achieving your goals, pursuing your dreams, loving yourself. Beating that bad habit of opening a bottle of wine after a stressful day, or tearing your hair out until you have a small bald … Continue reading Writing a Novel is a Process!
Trapped in this endless faze
Contemplating the end
Lost heart to the thoughts in my head
Stuck in my ways Continue reading Good Health
I don’t think I have anyone in my life that would understand what I choose to do in my spare time. I couldn’t imagine that they would get my need to write, my ultimate dream of being a novelist. It’s not like being a musician, a singer or an actor. These are jobs that are often sought for. In my world at least I don’t … Continue reading Why I Must Write