So, it’s close to Christmas, a poem

So, as I lie here not ready for work and all of it's intrinsically annoying ways, I glimpse at the early morning light trying to burst it's way through my blinds. I dread the trek to the office for too many reasons to unburden, but then I remember it is the Christmas season and all…

So, Writing is my elixir- a poem

Writing is my elixir Writing for me is like breathing, it sustains me It gives me shelter from the metaphorical storm When I am in doubt or despair it changes everything The atmospheric pressure shifts in my favor I am the true definition of winning because with "it" I rule So why not write all…

So, it is poem time again:):)

Unrealized Word-filled accolades for decades to assuage egos often times fall on deaf ears to the uncertain and lost. Kudos through the checks and balances of loved ones offer assurance in the realm of worthiness at a cost. Damsels, too many, equate self- identification to thoughts or obvious nods of approval instead of sentiments real.…

So, on that poetry tip again…

Magical Mystical Miracle A little girl with big dreams but small wings can do enormously great things. It isn't arduous to give a push to encourage such a majestic being. She has shine and a glow doesn't it show? She's predestined for things uncommon, with gifts so rare. That something-different-vibe for days, spreads around like…

So, another love poem while lying in the bed…

Paired by more than happenstance Through the misty air I could feel your presence. Though my eyes were closed and the waves were crashing hard against the rocks, I knew you were there. Even though there were no plans to have this clandestine meeting, It didn't surprise me that you traveled a continent away. That's…

So, a little poetry “A Part of Me”

You're a Part of Me like peanut butter is to jelly Or cheese to Pizza like guacamole is to chips Or a salty rim on a margarita like a rainy day and a good nap Or an awesome movie with a bucket of popcorn We go together, yet work well singly in the way that…

So a little different today, This time I cried …

We said our farewells as we always do when the weekend comes to an end, but this time I cried. I don't know what was different about today, but emotion took over and tears came to my eyes. You got out of the car, walked away with your special strut and got on the bus,…