Let words find you with a fun and playful creativeness.
I have some older works I’ll be adding including new creations as well. I do hope you enjoy them. I wish there was a feedback section 😜
Space what lies beyond our world
In all the battles of what’s better Star Trek or Star Wars it’s never been much of a competition. Both stories are great and unable to be compared. Being a Child of the 80s I knew the world of imagination quite well. I have the wildest Thoughts of talking creatures, aliens and the magic within it and surrounding us in the universe. Star Trek was first introduced to me by my neighbor when I was about 4 or 5 years old. It was so fun and imaginative giving me such inspiration and hope for the future to see and meet these interesting creatures in all their uniqueness. I enjoyed the Imaginative nature a lion witch and the wardrobe due to the interesting nature of walking through wardrobe into a whole new world. This was nothing in comparison to Star Trek which took me to many new worlds and introduced me to so many awesome characters and creatures, all within the confines of my bed.
The layers of depth
Home is a place to be to see Home is a place for you and for me Home can be here but it’s most likely there Home is somewhere I’d like to be there
Arborist world of trees
I love the Forrest. Trees have always spoken to me since I was a little girl. Living right next to the woods I would explore amongst the plant life, singing to the birds and creatures of the magical mystical world. I felt alive and connected to this bigger than me experience inside the wonders held in the ecosystem within the forest.
The great divide
it’s been very frustrating in the last several years watching the world who wanted nothing but to be connected with each other now seek to divide. We talk about culture appropriation, racism, and privilege. A lot of people are making this white thing as if the color of your skin makes any difference in any of this. And I know some of you just read that and felt offended and thought to yourself oh this is someone speaking who is privileged. And that there is a problem you speak it not realizing you yourself are it as well. Most people don’t realize that they’re living in the same boat as those they’re pointing the finger at. Every single culture every single color of skin has been at the downside of others at one point or another. You are all victim blaming and you cannot seem to move past and create a better future with this connection we all have now that we never had before.
So I decided since I hurt my hand last night that I would just combined these three poems in this post. I hope you all enjoy them. Thanks for reading!
“Averill are you ok?” Farrah asks as she watched him pace around the room. This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened. “Time keeps on slipping or maybe I’m really losing it now”, Averill began to question aloud. His hands holding tightly upon his face while he paces to the bedroom door than back to the kitchen table. “I feel I’m suffocating, sinking deep into shark infested waters with no where else to go”. After the accident about a year ago nothing has been the same, It’s a bit of a sensitive topic so it’s been avoided. Post traumatic stress disorder is quite intense, especially with depression and anxiety worsening. “I can’t go out, I just can’t. please don’t make me go!”
A twist of fate
We open this story upon a man, Laurel. This curious imaginative man is writing a story about a detective. A detective of what he think to himself.
This is an older poem I wrote I will be adding others as well hope they are ok! Agony Agony trapped inside a mind of a deception. A conscious laden mind wanders free across open fields of illusions. Though the illusions are her own labyrinth, she stays lost as if her mind has been drained of all knowledge of true life. Through many years she spends inside her conscious laden mind never to wander. As the world passes her by she awakens scared of what has happened. she finds herself surrounded, Surrounded by the life of her loved ones. As she soon realizes who they were looking down at, she finds herself dead. Alone yet not. she is not scared for being scared will solve no problems of life. Instead she is thankful and is now released to wander free.