GinasCaravan walks you through the circus in my head. Travel, photos, poems, tidbits from years of therapy – you know, the usual😉. Thank you for stopping here, there will always be an open seat for you on the caravan.
Dug in deep Like it’s a race to the top of the shit heap. Fools warned Family scorned Narcs all around and you look dumb. Family hats, I broke free. There’s none of that. King of the waste. Top of the pile of haste.
There once was a cat named Huki Her middle name was Duki She lived in my house And slept on my couch Her name was Huki Duki
I owe you nothing. Well. As I remember it we have what’s called a stalemate. Zero is the pot. Lady lucks hands are empty tonight. As I recall, there is nothing spent so, nothing shall be made. I owe you nothing. Nothing is always…
Ugh, another fake smile. Lies all over social media. It’s great you have six pack abs because you took a “break” from everything. I think “I’ll never look like that” so why be upset. Then the gross feelings come about from the 3 helpings…
A hungry stomach that food won’t fill Smiles with-out teeth and always going uphill Does the sun come out with the shades always closed Glass is very empty there’s never a half full Blank walls a staring, no stories to be told Come closer…
December 1st Warm and muggy rain Night-light on the house Shines on fading blooms Of pinkish hues Death comes soon And the bloom is no more
A gull flew over and with a feather, dropped a note on a little boat. It said: “Dear Sailor, the oars are filthy on that little dingy, not even the surf can clean up that dirt. You left your mast up and overstressed the…
I probably need to do more of these since I go on “stealth mode” so frequently. I would like to say that I’ve been at a loss for words but that’s not entirely true. Putting them into complete thoughts to convey a point is…
Some days all you have is a view of the trees at sunset or sunrise. The rest of the day is filled with sickness and broken sleep maybe some food in between. But everyday the trees breathe. As do we. The lucky ones I…
I can’t wait for you, Not right now at least. I’m double-parked and too broke to pay the parking ticket. It’s not a boot but a lead weight they’ll tie to my car. Use another road or find a city street but don’t leave…
No more calls No more late nights It’s just a fog in my head My eyes swollen and burning My chest is long and empty No hunger, no yearning No one owed us anything in this life Not even a goodbye
You’ve only just gotten here don’t leave so soon. Rushing in Always Leaving me too soon. I thought the universe heard me. When you messaged me My wanting and wishing had came through. Nope not this time just like the times before. You are…
Dug in deep Like it’s a race to the top of the shit heap. Fools warned Family scorned Narcs all around and you look dumb. Family hats, I broke free. There’s none of that. King of the waste. Top of the pile of haste.
I owe you nothing. Well. As I remember it we have what’s called a stalemate. Zero is the pot. Lady lucks hands are empty tonight. As I recall, there is nothing spent so, nothing shall be made. I owe you nothing. Nothing is always…
Ugh, another fake smile. Lies all over social media. It’s great you have six pack abs because you took a “break” from everything. I think “I’ll never look like that” so why be upset. Then the gross feelings come about from the 3 helpings…