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.
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.
Lost Notes
By
Patricia Harris
My voice used to sing
A tune of wonder and
The highest moments
Of love for life…
Somehow I have
Lost Notes in my song,
My beat is off and I
Fear that the song no longer
Hits the notes
I once was capable of.
Behind the mirror
By
Patricia Harris
Could I be like Alice
Walking through the looking glass?
And if I did would it make my troubles
Bigger or would it make them small?
What is there that we cannot see
On the other side of the mirror
from me?
Though the idea calls to the
Adventurous part of my soul,
I remember the faery tales of old.
If you go uninvited to the places
Where they play,
A heavy price they may take.
I posted a week ago that I was dealing with the death of the family pet. My kid is still in grief mode… And I don’t blame them. I miss my favorite siren. But I don’t handle death well.
I have been upsetting my kid because I have accidentally started to use the cat to refer to Luna. I find myself trying to separate myself from the pain that she is gone.
We had her for five years. I am still struggling to process that she is gone.
Everyone has been offering condolences and I appreciate the thoughts….
But it feels so hollow because it doesn’t bring the pain to an end. That is why I struggle with what I should say when someone else is grieving. I hate that hollow feeling so I don’t want to give it to anyone.
So, Thank you for the well wishes… But I just don’t know what to do with them.
Grief
By
Serena Mossgraves
Wallowing,
in the darkness
allowing the weight
to hold you down…
Perchance it is death
in the moment,
only you have forgotten
how to drown?
when even the breath
is more than you know
how to release,
How is it possible to
find peace in grief?
If you are a facebook friend or follow my Instagram… you have seen me post yesterday that our family cat has passed. That means I am a true mess. My Child is the Intern doing the Fae Corps blog…So I scheduled it for them…because in so many ways Luna was their baby. We are going to be okay…but it will take time. This is probably the only post I am doing for Wednesday & Thursday here. I will schedule my usual Friday post. By Monday I should be back to my routine…but if not then I will try to pick it back up as soon as I can. We are used to a very vocal baby who is now silent. This will be hard.
Perspective
By
Patricia Harris
Every person has a unique way
To say the truth as they see it,
Somehow it always seems to be
The same thing said differently.
Perhaps the world is all using
The same vocabulary
And only the perspective
Has changed.
Closed Minded
By
Patricia Harris
The problem with humanity is
not everyone has a mind open
to ideas of compassion and kindness…
the mind is not is not fitted with a door
meant to close in the things that don’t
fit the whole world seen within…
instead we have eyes and ears
that are supposed to be used to observe
all that the world is prepared to
throw at the unobservant kind.
Loneliness
By
Serena Mossgraves
Soylent green is people
And I have always been color blind.
What does it matter to me
If I am but the last one
Left behind?
People on whole are a cruel
And ignorant lot,
And I prefer loneliness.
For loneliness is dangerous
You can learn to love yourself there.
Pattimouse 