Depression about tonight has finally hit,
The Presets in the Botanic Gardens,
A summer celebration,
That feels like being treated like dirt.… Read the rest
Author: LaLa (page 3)
The ‘Turtle’ story
I don’t want to break the spell,
Of saying it out loud,
I have to be very careful, still,
Numerous times a day,
Normally when the pain descends,
‘This story again’.… Read the rest
finally broken
I can’t hold back the tears,
Who cares what time it is,
Turtle isn’t the only person who reads this,
And finally getting through to my mind,
That there are other people in the world,
Does me the world of good I think.… Read the rest
a final stop
Well, goodnight, I suppose 😛
My mind has been alight with all sorts of ideas, , ,
It is a nice way to be in the world.
So, thanks!!… Read the rest
fever
My city is waiting to play,
And every one of my emotions is cloaked in a fresh layer of irritability,
An irritability that softens with words from my soul,
On top of everything a nasty cold,
It saps my energy and makes me grumpy.… Read the rest
senses of a creaking soul
The creaking of my soul feels like an aching branch of an old oak tree.
It sounds like the door to my neighbours home, as they get home from the bliss of our city.
It tastes like the saltiness of tears that flow in a moment of acknowledgement of my heart,
My creaking soul smells like unfashionable cologne.… Read the rest
depleted
Feeling so weak on this bright beautiful day,
Feeling like my soul is crying.… Read the rest
getting out and getting into it
Not feeling so communicative,
A layer of irritability seems to have diffused through my world,
Getting up and out and into the world can change the energy of the day.
Sunshine!
And then the satisfaction of a meeting to get stuff sorted in our building.… Read the rest
lost
A truly dark day,
I feel the sickness in the pit of my stomach,
And just like that ‘we failed one of history’s most important tests’.
Ouch!!… Read the rest
frustrated, why?
A biter sense of frustration starts to seep through the cracks of this lovely day,
Frustrated because?
Talking into a screen perhaps.
The fact that I have (thankfully) let go of the idea of romance here?
Still talking into a screen though,
Still offering up a vulnerable insight into my world.… Read the rest