Over

Over

I'm sorry that I care.
It's true!
I'm sorry that I feel to much,
and that bothers you.
I'm sorry that it had to
end this way.
Goodbye
So long
Adieu.

Untitled Poem

 This is my new poem. It's untitled as of yet, but here it is.

Bad, getting worse.
Soon everything will be gone.
I'm tired of everyone.
If I mean nothing to everyone,
then forget you.
I'll live by myself 

with nothing but my books to keep my mind strong
and my dog KayLynn to keep me company.
I don't need anyone.
People aren't a requirement for life.
They just make it more interesting and complicated
I kind of hate all of you.

Published Stories

So I have one story out of 13 finally published and available for you to purchase. The Hairy, Scary Spider is the first of 13. 
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I hope you and your children enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.

Recent Poems

Here are two new poems I have written within these last two weeks. Read them and share how they make you feel.

Unwanted

I have nothing.

Who will take me?

No one.

I am unworthy.

I am unloved.

Release

A blade in hand

I want to dig down deep

I want to cut out the anger

Forget your disbelief !

The pain dulls my feelings
All except one
As the blood gushes
I feel a sudden relief

Unpublished Writings of a Complainer

You would not believe how much it takes to redraw and color things you have already drawn and colored in. It feels like nothing is getting done though, I am doing all the work and know that it is.It takes a lot out of ya.

I hate sitting here all day working on these books and then realizing I haven't moved from the couch besides to eat, drink and go to the bathroom.

This is only one of many stories I am publishing so this will be me for a while. I think I should just relax and take a break. I know I will get it done.

I just don't want to leave it unfinished. I have some crafts I was working on last year that I haven't finished yet. I don't need more things to go on my to do list.

Love & Light

I started a new group and titled it "Love & Light " simply because it reminded me of my Memme Ruth. If you would like to check it out just click here . It is a Facebook group so if you wish to join you will have to have a Facebook profile. however it is an open group so you can look around and check it out and decide if it's something you would like to join.

Most of the stuff you will find in the group seems Wicca related but the group is for everyone and anyone of any religion. I encourage people to share and post anything, so that we can learn from one other.

Obviously I don't want any bashing of anyone's religion or beliefs. I will not try to convert you into any religion. I think as long as you have faith and believe in something you are on the right track.As long as you have LOVE & LIGHT in your life it doesn't matter that we may not share the same religion. What we can share is the love, light and knowledge that we have gained in this life.

A Tribute

I want to write a poem as a tribute to Memme Ruthie but my mind is blocking me. I can't even begin to tell you how I am coping. I cry on and off out of no where. I love Ruthie and she will never truly be gone but knowing that I'll never be able to hug her again is the worst feelings in the world.

I found this poem on the day of her wake and, it helps remind me when I read it.

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
- By Mary Elizabeth Frye

 

But then I went to her funeral and there was a collage of her life with this poem  I can't help but cry because of how rough she had it before she passed.

God saw you getting tired 

and a cure was not to be.

So He put his arms around you 

and whispered, 

"Come to me."

It breaks my heart every time I read it. I just want to remember the life of Ruthie. I want to remember her love and not feel like crying. When my mind starts working again I will write a beautiful tribute for Ruthie.