Singularity
By
Patricia Harris
Perhaps I am not the person
I thought I would be,
So like everyone else.
Perhaps I am but a
singularity,
a lost note
in a song sung
by the divine.
Monday Poetry
Category: Life
What a difference a day makes
So I shared a gofundme…and I still recommend it. My youngest will use whatever donations to find themselves a home. My own safety is no longer an issue here. Theirs is not either, but They are no longer happy here. Which is fine.
Mental health issues erupted in my home, and when I pushed back they nearly blew the whole thing to Hell. That has been addressed. Appologies made and conversations had that needed to be. However, I am going to be making changes for my own happiness here. There will be a new studio for my crafts, and an office for my book work. This will take time. But I am willing to work towards it.
I don’t often share these…
My kid and I are trying to get a safe place to live…. The place we have now is not safe anymore.
They started a gofund.me…
https://gofund.me/42494e75
Everything helps.
Thursday Thoughts
So many of those paying attention know that my kid is taking care of the Fae Corps Publishing blog and they are doing well with it.
However I miss doing the Sunday Suggestions over there. It was also the one day that they were struggling with. So I will be picking that back up.
It got me thinking. Is there anything you would like to see me do on my own blog? I don’t think I have ever asked for what you as my readers would like. And I am at the point where I probably should.
Wednesday whisper
Flutter
By
Serena Mossgraves
The first sensation
Nearly too much,
So when the darkness comes,
Seeping across too warm skin…
Maybe it was enough to bring
The asylum doors open.
The crimson flower
Blooming into the abstract,
Making sure I doubt whether
It was even reality
Or just the flutter of
A dream.
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics –
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew
But I don’t care for sugar honey if I can’t have you
Since you’ve abandoned me
My whole life has crashed
Won’t you pick the pieces up
‘Cause it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
The sun’s still shining in the big blue sky
But it don’t mean nothing to me
O-o-oh let the rain come down
Let the wind blow through me
I’m living in an empty room
With all the windows smashed
And I’ve got so little left to lose
That it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
And if you’re trying to cut me down
You know that I might bleed
‘Cause if you’re trying to cut me down
I know that you’ll succeed
And if you want to hurt me
There’s nothing left to fear
‘Cause if you want to hurt me
You do it really well my dear
Now everyone of us was made to suffer
Everyone of us is made to weep
We’ve been hurting one another
Now the pain has cut too deep
So take me from the wreckage
Save me from the blast
Lift me up and take me back
Don’t let me keep on walking (don’t let me keep on walking)
I kept on walking on
Keep on walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
My 2 cents –
I feel like I’m terrible at communicating. Though I work with words and it should be simple…I don’t seem to be able to say anything right. This song hits too close to home with my ability to get my own thoughts to be understood.
Monday Poetry
He is not My friend
By
Patricia Harris
He said he was my buddy,
My brother, my bestie,
Anything to get me closer.
He wanted me to want more,
Wanted me hooked on
What he had in store.
He is not my friend,
He is the chills in the
Middle of the night,
He is not my friend,
He is the last minute
Need to fight.
He is not my friend,
He is my dealer.
Thursday thoughts
This is the first day of a new month.
New months mean a fresh start from the mess that was July.
This is going to be a busy month.
I have 2 book releases for Fae corps and the deadline for the Anthology Nightmare Whiskers.
It’s also the last month of summer. Which is the one that I want to get as much resin time in as I can.
My kid suggested that I should try to make a TikTok shop for the jewelry I make.
It’s something that I have to think about.
I am thinking that Thursday is going to be a rotation of random things from now on. I rather enjoy the idea of making the reading posts and the art posts but I don’t always have the ability to make such a post every week.
Wednesday whisper
Wave of Death
By
Serena Mossgraves
All things need oxygen.
The brain included.
Is life ended with the body,
Perhaps the most contested thought
The soul released when the body dies.
But what if we are still inside,
Starving for air and dying slowly?
Does the body work to survive,
And the wave of death
Is the release of the soul
From the house
The soul has built inside?
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics –
Just let it go don’t wanna argue anymore
I can’t be sure I know just what are we fighting for
I know you’re scared and that you’re thinking I may go
I’m not leaving I’m not leaving
And if you’re thinking I might
Might be led astray
Just remember this one question
What if I was nothing?
What if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl?
Nothing without you
So, what if I was angry?
What did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you, girl
Nothing without you
I know it’s hard it seems we’ve worked at this so long
It’s often foolish pride that tells us we’re not wrong
I hear your voice you tell me that you’ll never go
And I believe it, I believe it
And if you’re thinking I might
Might be led astray
Just remember this one question
What if I was nothing?
What if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl?
Nothing without you
So, what if I was angry?
What did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you, girl
Nothing without you
We can keep this going on
We’ll make it work some way
And every step it makes us stronger every day (every day)
And if you’re thinking I might
Might be led astray (led astray)
Just remember this one question
What if I was nothing?
What if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl?
Nothing without you
So, what if I was angry?
What did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you, girl
Nothing without you
What if I was nothing?
What if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl?
Nothing without you
So, what if I was angry?
What did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you, girl
Nothing without you
My 2 cents –
I think that this is so often how love feels…. and exactly how hard it is to explain.
Pattimouse 