Tag: anxiety

Roses In The Light

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

Keep Coming Back

Why is it Once so many days have passed, The sun comes up And I’m here At last. All the work was done To outgrow the thoughts of you, Yet once again at last My heart belongs to you.

Demon Spray

I don’t necessarily believe in demons. But, I do believe in energy and frequency. In day to day life, we carry our own emotions, pick up others and get weighed down with worldly muck. So, I’ve been using this spray to ground myself and…

Looking Down The Trail

Beautiful Scarborough Peaceful in the spring Castles and history are found Sweet memories are made May 2018 Scarborough, UK.

Weak and Worn

Who Are You

Visions of what you once were. So many months and now a sickly shadow. You take responsibility for letting yourself go. My hands were in the pot too, I say I didn’t know. You can’t hear what I say, When you get this way….

Check In

I haven’t really written in a while or had any motivation to do so. I hope that’s how creativity is. It comes and goes like a mood or the tides in and out. Usually it’s just because I am unsettled in my life and…

From Far Away We are Free

London taken from Greenwich (Cutty Sark) We are never free from ourselves. Even if you travel to the ends of the Earth, there is always someone you can never leave behind. But, when you are alone and in an unfamiliar place, you might find…

Jekyl and Hyde

Short poem: Nothing to me Is ever right or good intentioned. Always fantasies of what could have happened. Running from myself the soul is forgotten. In a dream we jump and wake before hitting bottom. But those of us that cannot escape are not…

Dark And Light

I wish I was someone else. I wish I was somewhere else. I wish that the feelings I have were enough for today. I wish I could sail away be taken by the sea. Washed with salt and reborn. Reborn from the earth and…

Dead Ivy

Loblolly Pine Virginia Beach, Virginia

Flashback Memories

Stillson Street, Rochester NY. Bittersweet memories. Unfortunately, only the bad times come back to me. But, it’s a new city since I left. 16 years to refresh.

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