Poetry Blogs (independence)
Others create self-serving expectations
That they thrust upon you with no hesitation.
Always remember you have two choices,
To heed or ignore the many voices.
Most define themselves by what others say,
Resigned to play the games people play.
Sooner or later they will awaken,
Realizing that they’ve been mistaken.
Then a rebirth for all to see.
Some will rejoice, some will...
Thursday 11th October 2018 1:53 pm
It's blurry most times, my
bitter memories of a lonely
childhood on a leash my
head hung up on being loved
and accepted by anyone that
I never questioned
the world around me only
listened to the summary then
upon my realization of an
my burdens not real, fabricated
I'm out and not squashed
and hated these words with
not but still they ...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 9:20 pm
Took myself to lunch today. Just the way I like it. Actually, I'm sitting here at the table waiting for my food right now. I put my phone away so I could just enjoy my mind and the things around me. I'm surround by gossiping people. Literally each table I tune into consists of one person telling a loud story with a snarky voice and flailing arms, with the others at the table either trying their ha...
Thursday 13th July 2017 9:23 pm
I long for a time,
when i will be free.
When one would have,
no strings on me.
A place far away
from the busy throngs,
In a land beyond time
amidst lilting songs.
A time when i can
pursue my dreams.
And give in to my desires,
let them flow as streams.
A place where the world,
will let me be.
And there will be,
no strings on me...
Tuesday 16th August 2016 5:12 am
I want to be alone,
but only within my family.
I want to to teach you
but only with him too.
I want to help myself
but only if you help me.
I want to be confident
but only if you are there.
I want to be creative
but only if you allow me.
I want to be a parent
but only if I’m parented.
I want to be an adult
but only if I can be a child.
I want to feel emotions
but only if you hold me...
Thursday 3rd December 2015 3:26 pm
If the Scots become the late departed
Will we English be downhearted,
Knowing they're gone beyond recall
On the darker side of Hadrian's Wall?
Or willl we sing aloud in praise
For leaving us our longer days
And New Years free from haggis and Burns
With wailing pipers taking turns
To make us deaf to proper tune
And gentle voices born to croon.
Let English foo...
Wednesday 27th August 2014 5:48 pm