Thoughts of the Day

Today…

Today.

Today is the 1st.

Today is the first day of the new year.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Make 2018 remember you.

I plan on making it remember me.

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Poetic Bends

This Too Shall Pass

Sometimes my brain feels like fire

Sometimes my brain turns to mush

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning

Sometimes I feel like I’m hushed

Sometimes my mind turns to overdrive

Sometimes my mind, I can’t trust

Sometimes I feel like not talking

Sometimes I feel like a bust

But other times I feel like I’m healing

And those times I feel are a must

It’s in those times that I have to remember

That this all will just pass in a gust

 

#WorldMentalHealthDay

Thoughts of the Day

Making Changes

It’s been a while, I know.

For once, the reason for my absence isn’t due to writers block. In fact, the last few months have lead to more time spent writing than usual.

And that makes me happy. As writing tends to do.

I’ve been reading a lot. And as every good writer knows, the more youread, the better you write.

I’ve had several ideas in my head for new posts but none of them ended up with that feeling I wanted.

images.jpegSo the “publish” button went unpressed. (Who knows, this one might not even make it to the published page)

But I felt like I needed to come back.

And I am. Back, that is.

And I’m making some much needed changes.

Thoughts of the Day

The Mind is a Terrible Thing…

I have this thing with writing. It’s a love/hate thing. It’s a good/bad thing. It’s that thing where you sometimes would rather stick the pen in your eye then stick it to paper. It’s also that thing that puts the blood back in your body after you’ve already lost so much. It flows through the tubes and through your veins. It’s the restarting of your heart.

I have this thing with writing. It’s those dreams that come to you in the dead of night, jerking you awake, only to slip silently away. It’s the moment in the early morning where the words are all there is. Where they’re all you want them to be.

In my mind, every small popcorn kernel is deafening. Popping up when I want them and popping up when I don’t. Exploding when the lights are off and when the shower is running.

When I’m not writing I’m reminded of the things I want to forget and the things I don’t want to hear. And when I am writing, I’m reminded that the mind is a terrible thing…to waste.