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Bedtime Thoughts

Tired, but can't sleep, thinking of Aria. Run away if you don't like mushy musings.

Those nights when you just want to sleep. In this instance, I can't because I don't want to miss my alarm, so can't seem to sleep deeply enough. So I've picked up my phone, and started writing about it. It's thoughtless and stupid. I've no idea if this th...

The Six Hats

Thinking about thinking

School. Teachers were stupid. Homework was stupid. Everything's stupid when you're a teenager.Especially when they tell you to 'think about thinking'.Sure, some people might find it interesting. But I didn't. it seemed pointless. Why think about thinking...

Observations

life is full of choices

Leaning against a rock  overlooking the ocean  Hearing the waves crashing on the rocks below the occasional breeze  blows a salty mist over me  tasting it upon my lips.  As I quietly watch, listen and think  About all that is happening around me.  The chi...

Magnetism

Just some thoughts. Stroking my beard and all that.

Magnetism. It really is inexplicable. I seem to be drawn to the word "inexplicable". It's a good word. Being drawn, magnetised, to someone is a funny thing. One day, you could be walking down the street minding your own affairs, like Alex Harvey sang, and...

One Point of View

Been on my mind for a few days now...

This has been weighing on my mind for a few days now...How we as people tend to make snap judgments about those we don’t know and or situations without knowing the full story. Don't you think that it would be in everybody’s best interest to leave stuff al...

What is it all for?

daily wondering

We began our life so long ago, vowing to each other to never let go. We fought with addiction and we won. We fought for our lives together as one. We raised my girls together, but it wasn't always easy. We fought through destruction of people trying to te...

I don’t know why I am feeling this way all I know is it isn’t good I feel like running a knife over my wrist Or mixing some medicine with alcohol Maybe even jumping out of a window I know these aren’t solutions But I did try talking and that didn’t seem t...

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Who do you think is Hot?

Who, what do you like...

Who is it you think is hot? Is it the beautiful girl With the legs that go on forever. Or is it, the long haired blond Emily Procter Who plays a smart ballistic specialist, In the television show CSI: Miami. Maybe it is the average girl with curves and a...

Have you ever stopped and just thought about how people actually come to judge you?It’s not always by anything you say verbally sometimes it is by your actionsor the way you present yourself. Whether that is the clothes you wear or the design of your prof...

Walking down this dark path Having been here before Trying to find the light But never knowing what it looks like I continue walking Remembering everything We shared Felt Heard Loved Feared Admired But now I'm here again  On this dark path Hearing things...

Confusion

Time to pick up the pieces....

Wrapping my arms around my knees pulling them close as I curl up ball. Feeling tears running down my face as I try to make sense of all this mess. Not understanding what happened or why only knowing that you are gone. You asked me to step back and spend l...

Thoughts

Take a skulk through my head.

Thoughts, random and ephemeral,stomp through my head. Some are taken note of,some allowed to float off. Ideas happen daily,some acted upon,most tossed aside. Kitten saunters through,always a pleasant thought.Kitty loves her. Is in love. Projects planned,...

From Maya Angelou to BABYMETAL

I wrote and I wrote and it evolved into this.

I remember when I first read a Maya Angelou poem. I was literally awestruck. I was in high school and we were studying poetry in English class. We studied Norman MacCaig, William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson and few others. Maya Angelou wasn’t one of them...

My family

As you can see, I never quite fit...

What can I say I'm the youngest  Between me and the eldest There are two more. Sissy was first And she was 11 So never really interested, in her new little sister. Then was the first of two brothers He was 9 I was his mate He would play cars in the dirt a...