My scribbles may be sloppy, and some too sloppy for some readers, so I will write the words below, but it took a pen and paper to come up with these words. Sometimes there's something too mechanical about pounding the keys of a computer, and my creative mind refuses to engage. It was a pen... Continue Reading →
A few moments ago, I watched it happen. At first, I had every intention of laughing it off. Something changed, but it's not time for that yet. It's not funny to see two homeless people fight. What they were allegedly fighting over - literally a spilled coffee... Now THAT is funny. I watched, heart racing, as... Continue Reading →
Senses numb and awareness is all my consciousness Beyond my heart's rapid throb, the world slows And I, the weak I... am subject to the will of another. The faces around me are but blurs of the unfamiliar Yet all too familiar, we all strive to the same end And we, the helpless We...... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, the hardest part about writing for me is feeling like a writer. I work in an office doing whatever it is I do, then I drive 45+ minutes to get home at the end of the day. Sometimes I'm too tired to want to do anything when I get there, and I usually have... Continue Reading →
"She loves me... she loves me not... she loves me... she loves me not... uh oh..." and then I picked another daisy from the garden and continue, "She loves me... she loves me not... she loves me... she loves me not... SHE LOVES ME!" With the biggest grin a five-year-old is capable of, I held onto that... Continue Reading →
I stood there as I had twice before, loose shirt draped from my shoulders, belt synched for my lack of waist. Shoes tied just tight enough to make me self conscious, but socks tall and proud, ridiculous patterns ensuring those who catch a glimpse of them that I am, in fact, unprofessional. But with her, I needn't... Continue Reading →
I hardly think I need to post more than this picture as a response to the daily word prompt "enamored," but I will add some small commentary because a picture, for me, is not enough. She shifted in the twilight He shifts, and he sighs She shifted... left, then right He shifts... tears filling his eyes And just when she... Continue Reading →
My heart beats deeply, beckoning the arrhythmia of my breath to a place of balance, a place where ebb and flow coexist in harmony, and patience intermingles with proactivity. Hyperventilation ceasing, thoughts aligning... my heart had it right all along.
Tara has a dream, you see, to make people feel exactly what she's feeling for just one moment... Who is Tara, you ask? Well, let me explain. She has this dream that she could touch someone, someone who she wants to be completely in tune with, and they would completely comprehend her down to the... Continue Reading →
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
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