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I write that which is whispered to me in the hopes to touch your soul. To let you feel all that life has to offer. To open your eyes and mine, and create connections of human existence.

Tag: Tired

What Do You Expect?
Poetry

What Do You Expect?

Life sparkles like glitter and fireflies When looking for the glowing stars Instead of thunderstorm clouds When not expecting but … Continue reading What Do You Expect?

Emerging from the Fog Slowly
Poetry

Emerging from the Fog Slowly

I drag my addled brain to catch up to my body Years of bad sleep and syrupy food sticking my … Continue reading Emerging from the Fog Slowly

I Can’t Anymore
Poetry

I Can’t Anymore

My chest protests another assault My frame keeled over Protecting my most vulnerable core Like a foetus I lay curled … Continue reading I Can’t Anymore

Directions
Poetry, Stream of Conciousness

Directions

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “directions.” Find a household cleaner/bottle of shampoo/something in the freezer/anything you … Continue reading Directions

Exhausted
Poetry, Stream of Conciousness

Exhausted

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cheek.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Enjoy! Cheek … Continue reading Exhausted

Empty Tank
Poetry

Empty Tank

I plough and sweat and gather the food For the others to eat Eventually when I get to sit There … Continue reading Empty Tank

No Lullaby
Poetry

No Lullaby

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when … Continue reading No Lullaby

Irritated Beyond…
Poetry

Irritated Beyond…

Again a piece on sleep. Today I am struggling worse than ever. According to my fitness watch I had seven … Continue reading Irritated Beyond…

Tired
Poetry

Tired

The wheels of my life seem to have sprung a leak As I age, I feel like I’m going slower … Continue reading Tired

The Scots Woman
Poetry

The Scots Woman

When she opened her gob Strange words came out I thought I got the gist of it But came to … Continue reading The Scots Woman

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