• Everyone is Bi-Polar

    Everyone is bi-polar, we live in such a society, where the lines are a blur, Wondering how we came from where we were, To a life of pure anxiety. We have two types to face. When we are out in the open we walk at a different pace then when we are alone, where the…

  • The Beginning

    For years I spent wandering in the dark, never truly sure what it was I was looking for. Somewhere in the mist of the chaos I had lost my sense of belonging.  The feeling of knowing my place in the world and how exactly I was to make a difference. I think back on my…

  • I Carry You With Me

    I carry you with me everywhere I go. No one else has golden hair, so when I see it, I know that the blonde hair upon my sweater was yours and because of it my day gets better. The memory of your face, from every morning, lingers in my mind, and serves as a warning…

  • Writing Through Writers Block

    I don’t know what to write I have no freaking clue It’s like the words just slip Right out of my head. But there are many words Stuck inside my head, In fact it’s constantly stuffed With words words words. But I still have no clue  What I should write about Maybe something meaningful Or…

  • Going Green Too Late

    No one knows what the future holds, but I still think about what’s to be, when I consider everything we do to the planet we live on for free. In the mornings I used to sit quietly, listen to the gentle chirping of birds, wondering what they sang so sweetly about,  with their bright, feathery…