Success breeds success
Positivity multiplies
Victory compounds
Smell the roses
So they can
Spread their
Fragrance
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Air Kisses
Six decades and six years ago
My mother was born
I celebrate her life
Remember her love
And blow kisses
Into air
Snakes
Worms
Crawl over
Me
I
Squirm
Lights turn off Turn on Turn off
I see
Your face
Ghost eyes Ghost kisses Ghost memories
Hungry worms
Wrap around
My arms My body My legs
I’m trapped
As they devour
My flesh
And turn into
Snakes
Lifting Fog
(I)
I have no idea
How to erase the gloom
The dull ache that sits on my heart
Like a thick heavy fog
Unable to move
(II)
Beams of light force their way
Through the blanket of clouds
To reach the earth and shine
Light on life, clearing the fog
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Shell
There was
Only a sliver
Of a membrane
Exposing flesh to a
Brutal environment, with perseverance
The membrane hardened
To become the most
Exquisite
Shell
Days of my Life
A calendar adorned
My bedroom wall
And across the surface
I scribbled with the writing of a
Child
School days and dances
Sports and friends
Driving lessons and kisses
Life and love
The cartoon characters
Kept me company
The pictures made me
Smile
Bound pages held
Strong and sure
But still
I removed the calendar
Scribbled with writing
The days of my life
My moments
And threw the pages
Away
Calendar
Grains of sand
Trickle through the timer
Standing guard
Against a ticking clock
I cross another day
Off my life’s calendar
Sunlight
For every time
I wish I could be someone else
I allow the rays of sun
To kiss my skin
Happy Nails
I’ve been on medication for five weeks today. I still have anxiety and my obsessive thoughts, but I noticed something yesterday.
My nails have grown! Normally they get to a certain length, less than what they currently are, and I tear them off in a state of anxiety. Usually when I’m at work and struggling with something. I know. It’s disgusting. A bad habit. This past week I have been under time pressure and trying to learn something. But I still have my nails.
Is it because of the happy pills? I’m not sure. Maybe it is!
Fruits of Grace
The roots of our love
Took hold
And slowly it anchored
Our life
Threw good and bad
And up and down
And everything in between
Over time
Our love grew into a tree
Bearing fruits of grace
Poems and Petals 