10. Put off until tomorrow practicing yoga or meditation. 9. Sleep all day. 8. Worry about everything and anything that runs through my mind. 7. Procrastinate on everything, important or not. 6. Forget to look for joy in simple things. 5. Speak unkind to my children; after all they know what to do that … Continue reading Count Down to Disaster
It was the right time to leave. Hindsight makes me a genius. An expert in the art of sadness. I’ve analysed the day I walked out. Spent hours trying to decipher our love. It was the right time to leave. Still, it hurts just the same. This was a prompt for Yeah Write – Challenge … Continue reading Time to Leave
My first attempt since elementary school at writing an Acrostic; A form of poetry that is read across, but shares a word(s) down.
[Image from Page 3 of “How to Stop Time” by Matt Haig. Most of the image has been blacked out to read: Santa Barbara years bored pleasant. Heaven with traffic. Drank wine. Going mad, panic attacks. Lived centuries. Witnessed war, revolutions. Waking up my heart going crazy. Feeling trapped inside myself. Something. Los Angeles calmed … Continue reading My 1st Erasure Poem
There will always be my side, your side , with the truth in between. Oh, but the truth can be manipulated. Memories revised, facts unsaid, minds that change. It’s our lies that never falter. Wrapping us in comfort. When all else falls apart, they cradle our heads, lull us to sleep at night. When is … Continue reading Liars