When the weather is dry
We want rain
When the rain comes
We want dry land
When the snow forms
We want sunlight
When the sun heats up
We want cooler weather
When our hair curls
We want straight strands
When is a guaranteed change
Nothing is ever the same
The pause to be thankful and be
Becomes the only constant
Until When
Sometimes Faith
Is all that holds me
When despair knocks at my door
Anxiety burdens my core
Overwhelm beckons my soul
Inability drowns my existence
Sometimes
In those moments
Life the enforcer
Pushing us to pause
The unknown is the abyss
But the unseen becomes wings
Parallel opponents
Synchronized components
Cyclical Muse
That carries me over
One more day
I Believe
In one hour
a mother gives birth
someone takes their last breath
someone graduates
while someone’s failure permeates
One person sleeps
while another awakes
another human diagnosis
ill fitted prognosis
twisting the economies
plagues of humanities
sickness in the soul
health in another
healed and birthed
more than once in many forms
and we call this life
perhaps our long strayed wives
while another falls in love
and turns winters into spring
intoxicating summer breeze
the birds sing
the tides come and go
the waters of one side
can be the droughts of another
do not dispair, we all cycle
because life is forever changing
we are never really stagnant
life is forever turning tables
in all its whimsical forms
that discriminates not one
in the 60 minutes of the hour
guarantee free
Warranty Free
Rivers Flow
Water is never stagnant
Make your life glow
Knowing you’ll never have
The same moment twice
You can always make
Future moments better
Sometimes
If you pause
Take a deep breath
Inhale gratitude, abundance, strength, forgiveness, and love
Exhale greed, lacking, unable, grudges, and hate
You live a lot more peaceful
Moments are not lifetimes
Lifetimes are not moments
Your pile of moments
Creates a lifetime
You are a prisoner of a lifetime
Not realizing your freedom
Is in every moment
you get to breath
Run
Walk
Crawl
Fly
Sometimes roll
Sometimes no movement at all
This non linear life we live
Human experiences
You can stress
Or you can bless
Either way life happens
Don’t miss your blessings
Because you are too busy stressing
Life goes on
The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms
Bad Days or Good Days
If you learn the lesson
Embrace the blessings
Make the most out of any situation
Bad Days
Become good days
Sometimes the best days
Escritora. Tejedora de Historias. Tlahuelpuchi. Promotora Artesanal
where all emotions are cared for!
El sitio donde encontraras recetas para ayudarte en el "Maratón de la Dieta Vegetariana Cruda"
research education, academic writing, public engagement, funding, other eccentricities.
WordPress & Blogging tips, flash fiction, photography and lots more!
Science&Tech, Sociology, Education&Society, Biology, Human Capital, HR, HPT & Management, Neuro&Psychology All-in-One
READER - WRITER - CURATED RESOURCES - & MORE
Krakatoa Forever My Friend
"kindness is healing, writer & poet of sorts, "
Words of Arte
Come for storytime (stay for pics)
Solutions for ANY Parent - Welcome!
All is not quiet in the countryside
Poetry, music, creative writing and a desire to inspire....Isaiah 45:2-7 I will go before you and will level the mountains[a]; I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron. 3 I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord
Brian Marggraf, Author of Dream Brother: A Novel, Independent publishing advocate, New York City dweller
"And if one day you see the stars disappearing, know only that my heart was amongst them." - My original poem.
what if poems could be symphonies, and people their orchestra?
Blogging about a world worth loving
The Grind 