Electric Dreams (because Dreams!)

 

I only knew you for a while
I never saw your smile
Till it was time to go
Time to go away (time to go away)
Sometimes its hard to recognise
But comes as a surprise
And its too late
It’s just to late to stay (to late to stay)
We’ll always be together
However far it seems (love never ends)
We’ll always be together
Together in electric dreams
Because of the friendship that you gave
Has taught me to be brave
No matter where I go
I’ll never find a better prize (find a better prize)

summer arriving


tangerine rose in bloom

buzzing of working bees

a soft delicate petal

fragrance of the flower 

iced tea with honey 

hopeful and inspired

Playing Dead

My bed is the only place I want to be

So I’ll put a pillow over my head

And be alone in my dark mood

If anyone is looking for me

I am playing dead

(And after that, I will roll up my sleeves and learn Angular2. Because I can.)

Safety

I turn to the sun and see brightness and light

I look within and feel courage and life

In the depths of despair I will hold out my arms

And gently be lifted from the dark well surrounds

To the higher, brighter, sun-drenched place

Of life, and light, and safety

I dreamt of my mother 

  

I dreamt of my mother. She was alive – just been missing awhile. She came back, to a world that had changed.

My mother, why did you go? Leaving me young and alone? Facing the future, struggles unknown.

I dream and I pray. For my mother who cared. But after I wake, the dreams fade and die.

OR

When facing adversity, we have a choice. We can either shrink. Make ourselves smaller. And more miserable. And a monster to be around. 

OR

We can roll up our sleeves and get to work. Do what needs to be done. Look above the situation. Not directly into and below it. Lift those eyes. And rise. Do it. For yourself.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/or/

Wrong side of the bed

I fell asleep last night with something bothering me. It echoed in my dreams. It is still bothering me. And I am grumpy. And a monster. There is nothing for my mood. Except this song. I’ll have a piece of him, yes please, and thank you. 

Irritated

It was never about you and me and us

And what we could be

It was always only ever

About you

waiting


empty bench covered in leaves

wind shaking tired trees 

dry wood and rusted metal

scent of fall’s fresh breath 

cool air kissing me 

alone and lonely