Sleep keeps
calling I
hear the
ring but
eyes stay
open despite
their sting
wait I
do for
rest to
come sleep
hurry now
and dreams
come true
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Open
While we are
a sum of
parts we are
whole when it
comes to heart
we can’t be
carved and taken
bit by bit
as so many
open relationships do
nowadays looking for
someone to top
off their glass
left kinda empty
Pier
I’d rather not
than be the
me I’ve been
and maybe one
day the who
for someone else
but until then
you will find
me there at
the edge of
the pier waiting
for the sun
Brushing
As I stand
here brushing teeth
I realize that
I’m in love
with someone who
did once too
oh well I
guess that I’ll
swish and spit
and go about
my merry way
always thinking hoping
for another day
Blue
The blue
of who
and what
peeks around
the corner
peeps across
and down
the door
it peels
night away
and kneels
to day