Love me, like me, get annoyed by me or hate me. At this point in my life I do not care as much. I am who I am personality wise. If you do not like it then do not be in my life. I am not changing who I am to please others. No more… Continue reading Who you are.
Heaviness and blankness of mind. No way to figure any things out. You cannot muster the want you believe to make plans and see them through. Your eyes heavy like an elephant on a rock, tired like a baby in its crib. Your throat hard like tar on a newly laden road. Cold, scratchy and… Continue reading Sickness and colds.
A single solitary dandelion stands alone. She looks about her but no others does she see. No friendly smile, no waving petals, no warm words of heartfelt hellos. She stands in a patch of pale, green grass that reminds her of newborn blades and their race to richness and healthy darkened greens. She stands there,… Continue reading The Dandelion
I have a beautiful soul, I look at the world and the first thing I see is the good. I look on the world and even in my darkest days my soul sings out on seeing such beauty. I have contact with someone, I make sure my first thoughts are good, well, unless their aura… Continue reading Spirituality, I see.
Simon, slippery, slimy, snake, slithered, slowly sideways Now repeat it faster and faster each time. Can you keep saying it at a racing pace without mixing up the words or failing to finish the twisty twister? Simon, slippery, slimy, snake, slithered, slowly sideways Simon, slippery, slimy, snake, slithered, slowly sideways Simon, slippery, slimy, snake, slithered,… Continue reading Simon The Slippery Tongue Twister Friend
You meet someone and you click. It is like you have known the person years. Ye have common interests and passions. Yer sense of humours make each other laugh and gravitate towards each other. Circumstances change and suddenly without warning ye loose touch. Not through any doing on your part. You find it odd but… Continue reading Life Cycle Of The Kindly Jerk
I write what comes straight to me in my mind. I write from my higher self. I write from my heart along with my soul adding a splash of my spirit. I love to write, I love to see my words on a page for me to reread over and over again especially in hard… Continue reading Passion Of Life