How do you celebrate holidays?
I don’t anymore. My love ones are gone.
How do you celebrate holidays?
I don’t anymore. My love ones are gone.
Just writing ✍️ in my living room window watching as the clouds roll in and the sun playing peek a boo
I can feel cool breeze lingering on my skin. I can see a hawk descending upon three doves and now nothing but feathers.
I often wonder what it would be like to see the world 🌎 as a hawk does. I bet it would be beautiful.
Hehe, my imagination is running rampant like it always does when I’m writing ✍️ and my mind clears whenever I’m listening to music 🎶 . It’s as if the world 🌍 around me no longer exists just me, my laptop and my imagination
Poets Note: new poem called Dawning. I invite you to critique if you like.
Poets Note: I wrote this 2 years ago, on this day.
I am a survivor
I am a warrior
I am a champion
I am fire
I am a lioness
I am the design of My Maker
And I will roar
Because I’m His Child
How would you describe yourself to someone?
I’m honest, loyal, kind hearted, and tell you like it is
What’s your go-to comfort food?
My comfort food has always been supreme pizza and frozen yogurt
I’m writing because it comes natural to me.
I’m writing because it helps me cope with the boulders life throws in my way
I’m writing because it’s the gift Our Heavenly Father given to me.
I’m writing because it helps me express myself to others without me saying anything.
I’m writing because I hope to leave an impression on the next generation that anything worthwhile never comes easy unless you work for it.
I’m writing because it’s apart of who I am.
I still think of those who have gone home to Our Heavenly Father and I hold their memories forever in my heart.
As each day drifts by
As each month drifts by
As each year drifts by
I think of them
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I thank them
But I know they’re at peace
I close my eyes
I see them in my minds eye
I see them smiling proudly at our triumphs
I see them cheering us on
I see them encouraging us
I see them watching over us
Whenever I doubt myself
I remember those who came before me and that in itself gives me the strength and the courage to push through whatever I’m facing and overcome the challenge.
Lord knows I had so many of them over the years and I always pull through and these challenges humble me.
My love ones who are gone
Are never forgotten
And whether they know it or not
I’m proud to be theirs
In spirit
In mind
In soul
In heart
They will always be my inspiration
My two best friends are now in heaven.
One passed away six months ago and the other almost a week.
The pain of their loss I feel keenly but in front of everyone else I’m putting up a brave front because I’m not sure if I’m either being brave or being selfish with my feelings.
I been told that we mourn differently and deal with grief differently.
I miss and love my two besties because they were my companions.
I miss and love my two besties because of their friendship and their love
I miss and love my two besties their crazy antics they pulled or their constant battle to get my attention.
I’ll miss how they would fight with each other like Lilo and Stitch would but look for each other when time to eat or sleep laughing out loud.
I will miss our walking adventures together or our chit chats in the back parking lot or sunset watching or our dancing whenever we wanted.
I will miss our early morning conversations and yes our arguments as well
A Hui Hou my best friends and my two loves of my life I’ll see you both when the Lord calls me home.
Just know I love you both but I’m not done yet.
Buddy February 7, 2005- December 3, 2022
Brian Silva February 24, 1966- June 19, 2023
I’m either out of my mind
Or I’m going crazy 😜
But isn’t love and trust a two way street not a one way street
I’m suppose it’s my own fault for being naive and believing in seeing the light and good in people
I’m beginning to understand why people stop bothering with other people and why I go into introvert mode more often than not
I know I shouldn’t feel this way but I have watched people betray each other and I’ve seen people use other people. I’ve seen so many things I want to scrub my eyes out with vinegar and salt. I’ve hear so many things that I want stuff my ears with wax.
And yet I’m naive to cling see the light and good in everybody and everything and myself.
I swear I lost my mind or I going insane but that’s just that
Oddball
I am the oddball of my family and my group of friends
I am eccentric
But I am loving and kind
I have my flaws
I have my weaknesses
I battle my inner demons on a daily and still bounce back up
I embrace them like a kid glove
I rather be on my own
Then another face in the crowd
I am strong whether in a group or on my own
I can stand alone tall
I have learned to love my oddness
It makes me unique and mysterious, which others never comprehend
I can do odd
All myself