I am shaking
My soul quivers
Fear is an overwhelming
Swollen river
Desperately
I await a cure
But deep down
I fear there is no way
I am cursed forever
Bound to pain for
All my days
Tag: Random thoughts
longing now for rest
I am so exhausted, longing now for rest
This pain behind my eyes is a marching drum
Dragging me towards the blankets of my bed
Where now my body begs me to lay my head
To close my eyes, to sleep forever to succumb
Yes, I am so bone-tired, stripped of every joy
Life feels worn and pointless, like a rusted toy.
With aching muscles, a smile I give
But it is dusty and strained from lack of use
More often with frowns, my face I abuse
What Sisters Do
What are sisters and why love them, you wonder.
Well, I’ll explain as best I can, as I have quite a number.
According to science a sister is a female
With the same parents as another individual.
But that definitions a shame, really it completely fails
To show you what a sister truly is, she’s a miracle.
My sisters, well yes my bloodkin, are so much more
They’re the support beams holding me high enough to see light
They’re the candles that burn through my darkest night
And I love them.
Continue reading “What Sisters Do”searching for my soul
Surrounded by this dark shroud
Created in my mind
Living in a dark cloud
Search but never find
overthinker
I am what you might call an overthinker
I spend my nights awake, staring at the ceiling
Tracing thoughts on the walls, letting my fingers linger
Over the memories the pale purple paint is concealing
Till the world is faded to deepest black
And sleep overpowers my brain at long last
To my dearest cousin Bernadette
Sitting in an open field
Upon a checkered mat
My knees drawn up against my chest
And flowers on my hat
I think upon my dearest cousin
Her birthday draweth near
Bringing a smile to my face
And to my heart good cheer
give her back
MissionSparrow: You know how miserable it is watching other people suffer from mental illnesses? Watching them struggle to get through each day, struggle to contain their pain, struggle to be the person everyone expects them to be, it’s hard. It hurts. And it takes its toll on you eventually. Enjoy.
Continue reading “give her back”maybe I can be a flower?
MissionSparrow: Ever had that moment when you can crystal clear see a character’s death and how painful it is to the people around them, but you also have no idea who they are, where they live, or what the heck is going on? No? Um, let me give you a quick taste then.
Continue reading “maybe I can be a flower?”I wrote a novel …
January 13, 2024, mid-morning: I finished my first full length novel. Or at least, I finished a first draft. Now I am recruiting beta-readers, or as I am fondly calling them, beta-fish, to read the draft and help me work towards editing it to be readable to an audience. But first, let us back track, and I shall explain how we got here in the first place.
Continue reading “I wrote a novel …”A poem I wrote for my little sister …
An excellent 14th birthday,
To the princess who lights up my life.
May she have grace in all her doings,
And a wonderfully happy life.
A wonderously happy birthday,
To my little princess so small.
May her heart be strong and loving,
And may she grow quite tall!
A beautiful, bright birthday,
To this princess who so loves blue.
May she wear her crown with pride,
And may her heart always be true.