Published inMove Me Poetry·PinnedMember-onlyThe WatcherThe Watcher (A Poem) I Sat, an unwilling witness, as all my pretty things fell away. I Sat like stone, facing a forward direction — unable to look away as all that I loved moved on, without me. I bore witness to the souls that lit My path as they…Poems On Medium1 min readPoems On Medium1 min read
Published inThis Is My Psyche·PinnedMember-onlyWhy I Can’t Find God In My ClosetAnd other assorted ramblings of a woman with A distraught mind. — When I was a kid, I heard the saying that you should pray to God in a closet. So, naturally, to me at least, I began to think God was hanging out in my closet-with my hat and shoes, perhaps? On standby for whenever I needed him. I don’t know…Mindfulness4 min readMindfulness4 min read
Published inMove Me Poetry·PinnedMember-onlySandcastlesYour life is a lie- A sandcastle built Perilously close to The high tide line. A mirage, camouflaged To look like reality, But is nothing more than a fragile illusion... Always in danger Of crumbling back into nothing At the crash of each new wave. All the tools you used To…Move Me Poetry1 min readMove Me Poetry1 min read
Published inCRY Magazine·PinnedMember-onlyWhy Writing For A Target Audience Is Horrible AdviceAs a new writer on the Medium platform, I catch myself reading many, many, many, posts regarding how to be successful here, which breaks down to being told how to write. I keep reading advice that is telling me to write with my reader's interests in mind, but then I…Writer2 min readWriter2 min read
Published inMove Me Poetry·PinnedMember-onlyThe BoyThe boy looked up, Helpless and defiant at the same time, glaring at me “It was broken when I found it,” He said, with a shrug. “I wanted…Move Me Poetry1 min readMove Me Poetry1 min read
Published inThe Storyteller’s Vault·Nov 19Member-onlyI’ll Never Be(A Poem) I’ll never be perfect The way I once wanted to be. There’s been too many things That shaped me in the Wrong direction- Too many times that showed Me that the world doesn’t Have time for perfect, or nearly Perfect things. I’ll never be a free spirit, Fearless and without Worries. Life…Poems On Medium2 min readPoems On Medium2 min read
Published inBlack Bear·Nov 12Member-onlyDecompensationHow we should love those people in our lives when they aren’t loving themselves — Ask anyone with any long-established mental health diagnoses, and most of them will tell you that there’s something sickly pleasurable about wallowing around in all that mental detritus. I am very aware of my peaks and valleys. I look forward to a good manic phase more than just about anything…Self4 min readSelf4 min read
Nov 10Member-onlyThe HoursDeath is sitting in the room next to me, Silent yet its presence is unmistakable. I hear it every time my love opens his mouth, See its unfamiliar eyes every time he awakes And goes to look at me. …Death2 min readDeath2 min read
Nov 10Member-onlyWhere, Oh Where, Is JD Greyson?Missing My Favorite Editor — I think most writers develop little idiosyncrasies and quirks that allow us to move about the mainstream public comfortably. Even so, for me, continuity is a must have. Validation at times for our insecurities as artists is paramount and friendly faces are a balm on our unsure souls. I was…Creative Non Fiction2 min readCreative Non Fiction2 min read
Published inDead or Alive·Nov 3Member-onlySaving Smillew…One Medium Community’s Effort To Beat Death — My friend looked solemn, As if about to cry... When I questioned what’s wrong He looked at me strangely And said, I’m not ready to die! This was a strange answer... A conundrum through and Through , and although I had No solution, a thought came Suddenly to mind, So I…Funny1 min readFunny1 min read
