I am complicated, confusing and misunderstood but I am real. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
YOU My kryptonite Drug of choice Addiction Calm to my rage Silence to my loudness Fire when I’m icy Heat when I’m cold
By Gail S.27 days ago in Poets
You asked me if I wrote I replied “not yet today” You question why I struggle With the things I want to say Well I can tell you darling
From the moment we are born, and placed on our mothers (or fathers) bare chest, we long for human touch. That bond, that closeness, that feeling of being loved. It is a feeling like no other. It has been proven that a simple hug produces endorphins that just plain makes us feel good. Skin to skin contact with another human seems to be necessary (at least for me it is).
By Gail S.about a month ago in Humans
I know not when it began I’ve seen how it will end You’ll tire of the me I am You’ll not even call me friend You’ll think you wasted all this time
By Gail S.about a month ago in Poets
Sometimes, every now and then, you just need to step away. Leave everything behind for a while and disconnect. Life is tough. Life is confusing and often doesn’t make sense. Those are the times you need to re-evaluate choices made and paths you’ve taken. It’s not because you’re mad, or sad, it’s because something inside just feels “off.”
She has fought hard to become the strong independent woman that she is. She won’t let anyone tell her what she can and cannot do. Don’t try to tell her how she should or shouldn’t feel, that belongs to her. Her patience for bullshit is very short. She is stronger than she gets credit for. She moves in ways that are misunderstood but she is proud. She will never be controlled, wild and passionate, loyal and kind. She makes mistakes and owns them.
By Gail S.2 months ago in Humans
I would come to write here daily Waiting for your “wow” But have lost my inspiration I really don’t know how You waited for my stories
By Gail S.2 months ago in Poets
Among the dead and broken things Brought from near and far They come in search of water To fill their empty jar. Vessels of all sizes
By Gail S.10 months ago in Poets
When you feel like you don’t fit in don’t know where you belong Feel like such an outcast Been that way so long It’s an ache that’s deep within your soul
And the night was black. So black that her own hand in front of her face was almost unrecognizable. There was a storm brewing but not the kind caused by Mother Nature. An internal storm. One that had been building for a very long time. The darkness overshadowed the light and the winds of change were howling. Something was on the horizon but it could only be felt. It had no shape nor form. Just an ominous presence. She wanted so badly for this night to end but knew it was just the beginning. She had nights like this before although they had not affected her quite like this. She felt vulnerable and weak and her only question was “what do I do now?” She was afraid of losing the part of herself that made her strong. Fight or flight?? We all know she only has always known flight. She doesn’t do fight very well at all. So away into the darkness in the recesses of her mind she runs.
By Gail S.about a year ago in Humans
Life is about choices. We wake up each day and make a choice, stay in bed or get up. That is the first choice that begins a daily journey. Some choices are easier than others. Some are a little tougher. We make our days easy or difficult because of those choices.
Suddenly you died Then came all the tears My God I’d only had you a very short 30 years You said you wouldn’t leave me
By Gail S.about a year ago in Poets
