I only mix my work and personal life because I keep forgetting to write my inspirations into my other notepad This one does just fine until I’m working too hard on writing and speaking poetry at work.
I only mix my work and personal life because I keep forgetting to write my inspirations into my other notepad This one does just fine until I’m working too hard on writing and speaking poetry at work.
Dinner tonight was Ben & Jerry’s and a shot of rum; Not melancholy or troubled, not even stressed. Just…reminding myself that sometimes it’s okay to eat and drink things that are bad for me for the good of my own pleasure. Now and again, indulgence is necessary. And besides, why in the hell would I …
Funny how the people you’re born unto; The people you’re born and raised with are more stressful than the almost-strangers you speak to in passing each day… Funny how some days secret parts of me occasionally wish those strangers were my family – At least most of them are always trying to get to know …
Can’t be my own person by your perspective standards I’m too weak, too naïve, too unoriginal to think for myself. It’s only when I disagree with you that I’m wrong, such contradiction – you disagree with who I am and feel justified in doing so… When will we learn that double standards do not equate …
You like to push buttons detonate triggers, throw switches. You like being surrounded by chaos and confusion; Volatility – Your victims never see you coming because you mask your intent with pretty words and intermittent affection to get what you want… means to ends – We were only friends when you had something to gain …
You’d rather gaslight me than fight me – You seek to control others because your insecurity and lack of self-control are things you refuse to acknowledge or face and so all your inadequacies are everyone’s fault but your own. Preying on the weak – or praying you can weaken the strong [around you]; Your arrogance …
If I could paint a picture of you with words alone It’d be the most beautiful portrait anyone’s ever seen because they first saw you through [their] mind’s eyes and envisioned you in [their] imaginings – Think of all the beautiful ways you could become art from a simple portrayal of your heart and soul. …
I told the moon she looks beautiful tonight; She acted so shy and hid herself from sight. So then I told her I’m grateful for her light – And she smiled so bright I had to shield my eyes. Then she whispered to me that I shouldn’t be afraid to see I thought she meant …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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