Moving Forward

I’ve been away for so long
It’s really sad to see
I’ve lost my way once more today
And every day before
What do I need to make me feel
“I can. I will. Oh Yes!”?
I need to move; to get in charge
This is MY life you know.

What one inanimate object in my room says about me.

I wish she would move all of this stuff off me so I can see what’s going on and do what I’m supposed to. I’m tired of just listening and feeling the increasing and decreasing weight of papers, cell phones, coins, earrings, scissors, brushes and combs day in and day out.

I’m gathering dust lady! Get all this crap off me now! Desks aren’t meant to be storage surfaces! Everything in its place and a place for everything and all that ….

Sadness in 25 Words

The weeping willow, outlined against stormy skies, brushed its drooping branches against the tips of the dry, crisp grass, where the young maiden lay sobbing.

Red

Our hearts are red
Our blood is red
That’s how we know that we’re not dead.
When we feel anger, we see red
Don’t wear it past the bull ahead.
A rose is love and it is red
Should I put it where I lay my head?
I did it but I bled and bled.
The next night when I went to bed
I read a little book instead.
I dreamt I wore my shoes of red
And took the barrow from the shed
I quickly to the garden sped
To pick tomatoes juicy red.
When I awoke I left my bed
And to the great big window sped
But as I tried to cross the space
I tripped and fell flat on my face
My red, red shoes were on my feet
Tomatoes laid in rows so neat
I squished them as I hit the floor
Now I AM RED and I’ll say no more