What if being youis good enough? What if you are actually thatsmartfunnycaringcreativeorganisedwarm? What if you permit yourself to be enough? What if you are even more than enough? What if you belief you are actually worth it? What could you achieve if you would believe all of this?
Again this one does not quite fit yet. Discarded wet suitsDrying in the breezeA sad looking bag of charcoalCrunched upHolding the potential for one more BBQ But not hereNot nowNot on this holidayANYMORE Sadness creeps upThe simple lifeOf our ever-so-slightly moving abodeWill soon be packed awayFor another summer August has just begunBut for us the summer is over100s of emails loomingI have 48 hours leewayAnd mentally push Against the tidal amplitude of work-life I love […]
The rain it raineth every day It rains cookies at night Kisses in the morning Tears on a bad day And cuddles supporting The rain it raineth every day It rains coffee on grey days Chocolate for sads Smiles every chance And laughter as much as we can The rain it raineth every day It rains Schnitzel with noodles Friendship in oodles Happiness as we make it And sweet smelling roses It’s not quite there […]
Creeps up snarlingYellow teeth sharpStomach contracts In anticipation Heart is set for fightNever flightNever freezeAlways charge But there is nothing to charge againstNo one to fightBut myselfBrain is stuck in an archaic patternWith nowhere to go No long boat to boardNo swords to drawNo arrows to aimNo spears to sharpen Paper and pencil sometimesAre not mightier than the swordThe soul remembers Saber-teeth and battles
Relentlessly optimisticRelentlessly happy Give into your sadness with all your beingAnd let it run, run, down the river Give into your joy with all your heartLet your inner child embrace life again Give into your anger with all your mightLet it rage until your knuckles bleed Give into your love with all your SelfLet it grow, grow until it leaps onto others Be relentlessIn living this life of yours Just one ruleDon’t destroy anyone else […]
The prefixes you have for meUsually start with fucking (insert derogatory term here)You used them the moment you knew off meNot anything about me–just off me A threat to your carefully spun web of deceitOf course you feel threatened by meYou cannot manipulate meYou cannot predict me Your open threat:‘Hands down I will win.’Won’t work with meI am healing–the nounThat means I am ripping off band-aids Granddad always said:‘Let air touch the wound to heal.’Air, […]