Bullshit. I know very much who I am. Sometimes, the pros simply sound like the cons. Sometimes, I win from both outcomes. Sometimes, I’m indecisive. That is not a reflection of the entirety of my character. My plate is stacked, And perhaps my burden is invisible to you. So before you pass judgement Educate yourself;…
Tag Archives: writing
3.10.19
Sorry… An empty word A sorry thing A placeholder for an action plan. Meaningless, yet Given out like Halloween candy.
3.9.19
There are so many things I wish to say to you– Though somehow, today My silence says them all.
3.6.19
“Let go,” I tell myself Of what was And what wasn’t And what will not be.
3.3.19
Silence Cuts deeper Than any word Spoken by man.
2.26.19
The beds we make When our hearts are guarded, And our eyes are closed, Are cold.
2.23.19
The heat of Spring is found beneath heated conversations of Spring cleaning and Spring awakenings that nix bad friendships and old love.
2.17.19
Okay, so you get married and everything is great, life sorta flat lines. It’s the confusion that’s powerful. The singleness. It’s the difficulties that make the most fertile soil.
2.15.19
The courageous mustn’t solicit advice From the terrified. Path makers and pathfinders rarely speak the same language. Running away and knowing when you’ve had enough are two very different things.
2.12.19
Perfectly timed Interruptions Ruin Perfectly planned Days of delight. Though, Flexible folk Focus on The folly and fun Of disarray.
