Wednesday, March 1, 2017

3-1-2017

I tried.
I said what I needed to say.
And come to a point of honesty
I didn't think could happen.
There is pride in what I said.
And sadness it wasn't heard.

Monday, February 27, 2017

2-27-2016

I tried a little harder
or so I want to believe.
I asked and gave.
A little bitter at times.
I'd like to think
the bitterness is fear
but the bitter tasted so good.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

2-26-2017


I am always grasping 
at something I can not have.
A story left unfinished.
           Poetry.


Saturday, February 25, 2017

2-25-17

For once in my life
I imagined I was right were 
I wanted to be.
Goals met.
Dreams accomplished
I would sit and ponder 
make a new life plan.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

1-31-2017

I am often amazed at the level of people-hate I can exude. I find people I know talking to each other and I walk past and question the appeal of a conversation they might carry.  Talking.  And people are overrated.


Sunday, January 29, 2017

1-29-2017

I am struggling with the state of the world today and find it hard to find my place to vent.  Granted I know there are many places, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, but those areas seem to be plagued with meanness and hatred. Home would be nice but I would love to keep these grounds sacred.  Not that I don't want people to disagree with me, I want them to do so civilly. It's just so sad we can't do that in this day and age.
Right now with my brain so full of thoughts and opinions and feelings I just don't know where to start.  I just keep coming back to this quote that I want to share.


I will try to live by this quote.  I know my voice does not have to be loud; it just needs to be heard.


Saturday, September 10, 2016

9-10-2016

Summer fly by, I wonder how I got here. 
 I enjoyed the warmth and felt little guilt about staying in. 
Today I started autumn prep.  Cooking roots and planting bulbs.  

Saturday, March 26, 2016

I use to be able to sit down and write endlessly.  I could type daily and feel good.   Now I can barely get the words out.  I know I have complained about this before.  It's an endless torture.  I of course have only myself to blame.  I ultimately am the one that fills my time.  I work.  I play.  I don't write.
I tell myself I will try daily.  And daily fails.  Then weekly.  Fail.  Not monthly.  More than yearly.  I find that the words come then vanish just as quickly.  I feel frustrated.  Angry.  I give up.
The giving up is easy.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Off

Well it was fun while it lasted. Good intentions and such.  They always start out well don't they?

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Day 5: Forgotten

Poor day 4, she got NOTHING!   I was busy, like sometimes I will be.  I did find my me-time yesterday.  Mostly I found that space in the house where noise seem to cease to exist.  It is glorious.  And even thought I forgot/was to busy to write, I had a moment.
A moment is better than nothing.