Opening the book of my life I see so many rough pages, tattered, torn, ripped and worn out. But there's more to this book. Those are only a section of it. There are other pages, crisp, neat writing, detailing happy... Continue Reading →
When I open the book of my life The pages await I scan through the pages Scribbled in a hurry is some of my writing Some I don't even recognize as mine And seem to be written by someone else... Continue Reading →
Christmas is a time of songs and lights Snow falling softly over little villages tucked in tight Blanketing them in a cozy white slumber Fires crackling keeping everyone nice and warm While presents overflow under the tree But there's so... Continue Reading →
As I sit with the book of my life, I feel so lost in thought Many pages I do not want to look at Many pages don't feel like they belong in this book But one very different, very separate... Continue Reading →
Christmas is a time of songs and lights Snow falling softly over little villages tucked in tight Blanketing them in a cozy white slumber Fires crackling keeping everyone nice and warm While presents overflow under the tree But there's so... Continue Reading →
Writing ravages my soul Pen to paper perfectly Healing my heart and mind Popping prescription pills Telling myself I've taken a turn for the crazy Fantasizing over filling my body Emptying container after container Sealing my fate one dose at... Continue Reading →
Don't touch me I've done things I said I wouldn't do again My head has gone places I said I wouldn't go again I can't do this Don't touch me I've cried tears of pain Of love Of caring Of... Continue Reading →
my words choked in cold sweat my breath shallow in my chest hands trembling with untempered anxiety attention can't focus longer than what was I just doing I don't even remember anymore pain so dark and deep my thoughts spin... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 