Keep Breathing
Breathe,
not as you always have,
not as you’ve done since birth,
not without a second thought. … More Keep Breathing
Breathe,
not as you always have,
not as you’ve done since birth,
not without a second thought. … More Keep Breathing
My ink-stained pages
need nothing more.
My thoughts and I
find our way
between the folds of the pages,
with no persuasion,
no coaxing. … More My Ink-Stained Pages
Some spills are like rain
on a scorching summer day—
a welcome relief. … More Some Spills Are Beautiful
Life is not a quest
to be solved from dawn to dusk—
live it on your terms. … More The Quest to Simply Be
It’s not always that I sit down to write
and end up with sensible words to read.
It’s mostly
a mess,
a string of words dangling
like they don’t want to be together
but are forced to be anyway. … More In That Trying, I Find Respite
I’d rather not ignore my intuition, for every time I did so in the past, the consequences were rather unpleasant. Yet, there were times when I heard the voice so clearly, I knew deep inside that nothing good could transpire from dismissing it. But I did dismiss it, against my better judgment, because other voices … More The Voice Within
Sometimes I wonder—
what am I trying to save
my irrational thoughts from? … More Strangely Coherent
Breathing in and out
seasons turn once more around
nature’s ebb and flow … More Flow
Nothing is as lucid
as self-doubt.
So certain in its purpose,
so sure to follow through,
so clear in its aim
to bring you down. … More As It Is
Open communication is the key,
now that’s my belief,
and I stand by it.
Then why this dilemma?
If I speak my mind,
hell will break loose. … More Choice?