well, the drama that has gone on is far beyond explanation. Suffice it to say that i am now 5 months pregnant and i have relocated. This is my last day at work (mark the occasion) I thought i would never leave this job...guess that's what i get for thinking. I have not been able to write since i became pregnant i feel that this child will be extremely creative considering 1. she is my daughter and 2. she is sucking all my creativity lol. She will be a beautiful little girl like her sister and we can't wait to meet her.
I guess you could say i have gone through all the normal concerns and worries and some excessive nausea and vomiting...I got a short month long reprieve but now i am back to the nausea and vomiting...i have gained a healthy 7lbs :{ bleh. I make myself feel better by saying most the weight is in my boobs...(let me live in my little world.)
Hope all you writers out there are being creative
Happy writing and blogging to all.
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Unknown
When all your thoughts are scattered like dust into the wind,
When all your dreams are shattered who’s left to be the mend?
When the broken finally crumble, their hearts a glass marked stone
With chips and cracks they shatter when their hateful words are thrown.
When all who are left broken their pieces all the same,
who takes apart the misery to cover all the pain?
Will I ever be that whole again? That beauty I once was, as reflective as a mirror and as see through as the sun.
My shallow heart now hums to the silence it once screamed to tired to keep trying to lost in melody ready to start flying to a place where life remains the simple thing it started when I covered all my pain. Not with words but with actions the slicing of the blade with every crimson color my body did it stain but in my eyes so lovely did I see no hurt to bare for every slicing color did wash away its share
Leaving me so lonely with a satisfying gleam that even those who knew me could not tell it was a scheme.
For if they looked to closely they might see my every pain covered oh so deeply by the scars that leave their names.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Dreams
I love dreaming. No matter what kind of mood I am in or what is going on in life I can count on my dreams to take me on an adventurous, crazy, and sometimes creative ride. Of course all dreams I feel are a form of release or creativity (which everything from a scientific stand point on dreams is debatable I am putting that aside) I think its awesome when you dream that last piece of the puzzle you were looking for. I look forward to my dreams which is saying a lot considering when I have nightmares boy are they ever nightmares. I have them few and far between now. Of course there is the occasional unwanted scenario in a dream but i find even those are welcome. Dreams are like living another life in the safety of your mind. Some would argue that the places and people and objects in a dream are just extensions of the dreamer, and they very well could be, but pretend with me for just a minute.
You’re in your dream state and there’s a person there that you have never met but a part of you feels drawn to that person like he/she is real. You can't see the face all to clearly but you know the face comforts you. (Some could argue that this was the dreamer recognizing pieces of themselves.) But what if ...(there’s those words i like) What IF they are other dreamers, people you were suppose to have met if you had just waited a couple more minutes before leaving the restaurant or if you had taken the subway instead of car pooling....
Despite my writing i believe that nothing is left up to chance. I believe in the God that created the everything...(for those confused about who that is...God in the flesh Jesus) just to clear that up.
The mind and its workings are so complex...and i find it amusing to dream and ponder that fun question, What If.
(I am on an editing strike so i will be leaving any grammatical or spelling errors as they are. I have enough of my internal editor during my writing process, i just want to throw all that away for a minute and focus on just the words that i write.)
You’re in your dream state and there’s a person there that you have never met but a part of you feels drawn to that person like he/she is real. You can't see the face all to clearly but you know the face comforts you. (Some could argue that this was the dreamer recognizing pieces of themselves.) But what if ...(there’s those words i like) What IF they are other dreamers, people you were suppose to have met if you had just waited a couple more minutes before leaving the restaurant or if you had taken the subway instead of car pooling....
Despite my writing i believe that nothing is left up to chance. I believe in the God that created the everything...(for those confused about who that is...God in the flesh Jesus) just to clear that up.
The mind and its workings are so complex...and i find it amusing to dream and ponder that fun question, What If.
(I am on an editing strike so i will be leaving any grammatical or spelling errors as they are. I have enough of my internal editor during my writing process, i just want to throw all that away for a minute and focus on just the words that i write.)
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