Juliet Walsh š
āGreat things come from small beginningsā š±
Juliet Walsh š
āGreat things come from small beginningsā š±
āGreat things come from small beginningsā š±
āGreat things come from small beginningsā š±
Why do some people ask if youāre ok
Then turn on their heels when you say youāre not great
It makes you feel like itās all in your head
Or that they really donāt care, theyāre not really friends
So mostly I lie & say everythingās fine
But the turmoil is real that boils in my mind
The weight of the burden I constantly hide
Crushes and withers the woman inside
But I still carry on, though someti...
A Robin spoke to me in my dreams last night
It told me to be strong and to continue to fight
To be kind to myself and to others around me
To appreciate this life, and strive to be healthy
A rainbow appeared through the rain clouds today
A spectacle of colours on a backdrop of grey
Through the sun and the rain it majestically unfurled
With a sprinkle of both we can light up our world
A feather...
Not one person noticed the pain in his eyes
Not one person cared as they hurried on by
Not one person stopped to see if he was ok
No one could know his fear and dismay
Never before had he felt so alone
No friends to comfort, the street now his home
No warmth of a fire, or a kindly hug
No evening meal, he just had no luck
Not one person saw the rags on the floor
Not one person paused, they chos...
My heart bled for you again today
In a haze of purple it billowed
Out towards the sky, across the fields
Swirling through the clouds
Unstoppable in itās pain
While I stood and watched
Sheathed by my umbrella
And a tear rolled down my cheek
If sadness were a colour
It would be purple āļøš...
She has no shame or hint of guilt
As she dances through her field of death
Macabre in her carefree sway
Swathed in her cursed black dress
She treads a path of murdered souls
Shrouded heavily in tangled lace
A satanic lacy mask of death
Caresses the darkened evil face
But beneath that calm composure
And the blackened heart within
She yearns to break the shackles
That bind the eternity of sin
So ...
Time stopped for me that November day
But the world carried on instead
While little shards of delicate ice
Filled the void inside my head
The weeks have passed and Iāve tried to find
The warmth to thaw my mind
But the cold and emptiness persist
While Iāve cried and cried and cried
A multitude of paths Iāve walked
To try and find my way
But promised trails soon turn to dust
So I retreat to where ...
My river of joy no longer flows so easily
Like before, when it nurtured my soul
So abundantly with rivulets of hope
Now it ebbs & wanes, receding with pain
Of loss, and shattered dreams
Leaving an empty, hollow bed of nothing
Cocooned in grief I will emerge again
More glorious and colourful than before
Rapids and waterfalls, creating a path
To run richly, sparkling through my veins
A transform...
Busy, busy, bees of purpose
Buzzing, vibrant through the city
A pulsing, swarm of jumbled people
Through streets of life, so bold and pretty
Hurry, hurry, through the whirlwind
A throng of gusty leaves disperse
Blown from trains and city transport
Across urban orchards and into work
Happy, happy, waves of crowds
A tsunami through the aisles
Floods a surge of eager shoppers
As they descend upon ...
Avaricious is my grief
A tumbling torrent of emotions
Grabbing greedily within
Till I am drained and empty
Intangible is my grief
It hides inside, fooling onlookers
Indifferent to my sorrow
āChin up, Life carries onā
Beautiful is my grief
A whole spectrum of colours
Creating a rainbow softly across my heart
Grief is my enemy, grief is my friend....
Reptilian shoots emerge from Satanās husk and
Ominously plant firm in his ungodly garden, their
Odourous roots bracing a malignant blossom, adorned with
Tendrils, an evil writhing mass of snakes which
Slither, outwards to infect and wither the world with darkness.
Radiating, they flourish kindly from a tiny seed, an
Oasis of roots, sweetly nurtured by fertile soils, their
Opalescent petals bloomi...