Life gives us twists to see how we handle the situations. Have we learned anything in its cycles of disappointments, hurts, and unexpected changes?… But, life too has its ways of compensating for those emotional surges that call in the winds; wings set to find the peace, joy, and bring with it smiles and cheerfulness, … More Trenchant
Don’t you dare look into my fervent eyes, kisses might escape… © EN, All Rights Reserved
Update: The quaint gathering went well; six in total. I realize that being among strangers can be quite liberating. Everyone was very open and respectful of others; even if they started out being shy. We all released intimate past experiences that I don’t think was expected. The poetry was quite touching. My take: Among the … More Poetry & Tea (2)
Torn by your words, hurting to my core; afterthoughts cause pondering of all that had been said. A jolting to reality, and that, I must confess. Truth – the two edged sword that did not destroy me; but instead, released me. I too, then took to use that sword that cut me loose. No longer … More Veracity
My journal contains the metaphors, that connect me to you. © EN, All Rights Reserved
When a lover’s heart has been severed, do not look to youthful emotions that were of innocence, combined with inexperience and, of course, immature ignorance. By all means look back and be sure to grasp, the identity that may have been surrendered in order to please, the now-lost lover; and your true “self,” just might … More Self-Reclamation
(Image via Wikipedia/Flickr) I went to a Zine Fest, not even sure of what it really meant; then it was explained to me, it’s a very short version of a magazine. Poetry, stories or comic book drawings, all created to be self-published. Many displays for sale were small, or up to a folded half-sheet tall. … More St. Cloud “Zine” Fest
Some things I wish to never do, I find they’ve been achieved. But many things I need to do, my time seems incomplete. A life of rush we run amuck, that leads to self-destruction. With time we’re sick filled with disease, because of our reactions. © EN, All Rights Reserved
Today I just keep wandering, my mind’s not sure of what to think. I start on this, move on to that; I hear a sound, can’t concentrate. This creative existence is just from within me; silent on the surface, but quite active my the head. © EN, All Rights Reserved
Something’s in the air, the worst is yet to come. There’s a certain mildness the atmosphere, has swung. The days are getting longer, the air is getting warmer; and we all know the winter storms are certainly not over. Soon the wintry snow will change to rain when warm. The buds will wake and colors … More Spring Fever
