‘I wish I had never let go.’

Of the creativity,

The wonder,

The joys of childhood.

I wish I had never let go,

Of the imagination

Of building forts

And pretending the floor is lava.

Time stole it all

With each passing year.

A little creativity,

A little wonder,

A little imagination

Snuffed out.

Replaced with the “joys” of adulthood.

Ha!

What a laugh.

I wish I had never leg go.

Because now

It’...

When your mind is filled with turmoil,

Or your anger is set ablaze

And the only thing that you can do is

Fume and glare with craze.

Deep breaths take up far more space than silence.

You calm with each inhale.

Expel the anger built inside you,

And know it shan’t prevail....

My dog, Balloo, is very large.

He sometimes thinks he is in charge.

But mostly, he just wants to play

And go outside every day....

Art is expression

You can create anything

And nothing is wrong

Perfection is naught

Creativity is broad

You can do no wrong

Sculpture is beauty

Molding the earth in your hands

Gives one great pleasure....

As I sit here and sip my tea

I glance upon my phone

No texts or messages for me.

I kind of feel alone.

I look outside my window

And thus, begin to ponder.

What could my friends be doing?

And I experience sonder.

We all have things we have to do

Have our own families

We cannot always come through

At any time we please.

The things we must prioritize,

Keep us from each other.

If that’s the case,

...

So I have been thinking about writing a book for years and instead of just wanting to write it…I am going to try to take action and actually start writing it. However…. I get serious writers block because the negative voice in my head tells me it isn’t going to be good enough and I want to punch that bitch in the face. Lol.

Anyway…

An idea I had a while ago that I have just been sitting on (beca...

“Never judge a book by its cover.”

Or so they say,

Is not what people do today.

They look,

They judge,

They laugh and sneer,

And that’s what brings Fred Myers here.

You see,

Dear Fred is a nice guy,

But not too pleasing to the eye.

He has blue skin,

No nose,

No hair,

And makes it rain everywhere.

Let’s not forget Dear Freddy’s eyes,

Their glazed white stare sees through your mind.

If you’re a...

I sat in the corner nook of the cafe and opened my laptop to Google. What did I even want to type?

“Coffee?” The waitress walked up to the table with a fresh pot of brew. I grabbed one of the empty mugs on the table and held it up for her.

“Thank you.” I said smelling the delightfully earthy scent of the liquid as she filled my cup.

A gloved hand extended the second cup toward her. I looked ...

As I try to pick a topic to scrawl upon this page,

I cannot help to think of how my mind has muddled with age.

It seems to me,

My train of thought has only gotten worse.

The clues are there,

It’s plain to see,

Every time I try to write a verse.

I used to read, when I was young.

I used to write as well.

But now at almost thirty,

You can hardly tell....