Nothing can be said for these thoughts in my head.
Nothing can be said for these thoughts in my head.
Lucy and Alice. Found this, loved it, now sharing! 🙂
I started a Words of Unwisdom YouTube channel where I will be posting inspirational videos and a few creations of my own. If you have any videos you would like to share with me please do. Also I’m hoping to do a Video blog once a month on a range of topics (depending on my schedule). Right now all I have posted is a simple video of my poem There Once was a Girl who Lived in a Box, but I plan to get more content up in the next few weeks. Check it out if your interested and share it if your inspired to do so!
Say what you want about her but the girl can sing and write. One of my favourite songs…probably because it’s so honest, it speaks to me 🙂
“I don’t know this could break my heart or save me
Nothing’s real until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I’ve been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me.”
Sober Music and Lyrics By Kelly Clarkson
Lie
Lie always
Lie never
Lie then, lie now
Lie for you
Lie for me
Breathe
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe deep, breathe slow
Breathe while sleeping
Breathe while awake
Cry
Cry more
Cry less
Cry morning, cry night
Cry when happy
Cry when sad
Think
Think hard
Think soft
Think less, think more
Think in madness
Think in peace
See
See everything
See nothing
See loss, see bliss
See the light
See the darkness
Live
Live once
Live always
Live caged, live boundless
Live with love
Live with freedom
You are the vine, roping me tight
holding my limbs when I put up a fight.
You are the tree, grounding my soul
I tried not to let you but my heart you stole.
You are the tear, falling from my eye
when I have no answer for my why.
You are the moon, lighting my darkness
showing me peace in all its starkness.
You are the sun, warming my heart
letting me know we will never part.
You are the song, ringing in my ear
calming my sadness, tabling my fear.
You are the wind, washing over me
keeping my spirit open and letting me be free.
I was going through my Facebook reading all the notes, articles and poems I wrote several years ago. Reminds me of the feelings I had during a darker period in my life. When I read these words I can feel how trapped I felt during that time, I was so young, so confused about life. I’m glad I can now say I am free and full and open. Hope these words can help others realize we all go through dark periods and sadness but you can overcome it, and you will overcome it and once you have overcome it you can begin to help others come out of their own darkness.”Be someones light at the end of their tunnel.”
do you ever feel like your completely lost
like nothing in life comes without cost
do you ever feel like all the people stare
like they look at you but really dont care
do you ever feel like the pain will never leave
like everyone around you thinks you’re so naive
do you ever feel like life moves to fast
like there it was but now its the past
do you ever feel like pushing them away
like you want them to go, but really to stay
do you ever feel like leaving this place
like disappearing into space
do you ever feel like you’re losing it all
like no matter what your going to fall
do you ever feel like trying to flee
because if you do, you can talk to me
I love Saskatchewan it is my home. We may not have epic mountains, or wave filled oceans. Yes, it gets frigidly cold and the summers are short, hot and sweet. I find the beauty of this place is in its simplicities. You can see for miles on ground and in the sky. “Out here it is so open and so free and that’s what beauty is for me.” Here is a poem dedicated to this amazing province that I live and a few pictures.
The melting snow of spring,
Brings the birds back to sing.
Water mixes into mud,
and the trees begin to bud.
The humid nights hot on our skin,
the winter was a loss but summer a win.
Flowers and trees full and lush,
the herendous wind creates waves that crush.
The fall inspires, and makes the air clear,
We all know winter is almost here.
Leaves are raked and stratigectly piled,
We hope and pray that winter will be mild.
Sparkling hoar frost lines the trees,
counting the days till we see the leaves.
Winter is hard and very pain-staking,
but the beauty of it is really breath-taking.
SUFFERING internally,
for possible eternity.
STRUGGLING with constant thoughts,
fearing an inevitable loss.
FINDING a way through the maze,
much of my life spent in a haze.
LOOKING for a place to leap,
no rest for the sad and weak.
CRAWLING my long way out,
too many real feelings of doubt.
BEING dragged into the darkest hole,
now there is nothing, nothing but my soul.
I wrote this poem after watching a documentary about a boy named Evan Perry who suffered with bipolar disorder and took his life at age 15 because he couldn’t get free of the madness. RIP Evan.