“Time” For Another Nap

It’s harder and harder to find myself

As each day goes by

Lost in my own wilderness

And I’m not sure why

I attain to conquer

But all I find is sleep

Addicted to my dreams

My issues – still piling in a heap

As each day goes by

Lost, I sit and stare

Thinking of the future ~ after all this?

Buyer beware

Too tired to “try”

And to tired to think

I’ve become “one” with my bed

And my mind’s on the brink

To “conquer and achieve” is

What I once lived for

Now it’s to drift on another dream

~Question the realm behind each door

Why bother to wake

To this sad weary place

Just a shell of myself

My will? Barely a trace

The goal is to thrive

When behind these walls

Decay of the mind

Comes after too many repeated falls

Year after year now

And still more beauty sleep

When will it ever end?

How? For prosperity will I reap?

More and more sleep

To get away from myself

Easier to cope

With my heart on a shelf

“Open thine eyes

And be satisfied with bread”

It’s in the proverbs (20:13 proverbs)

Which I’ve recently read

“Love Not Sleep” it says

“Lest thou come to poverty”

Proof ~ that what I’m doing to myself

Is total robbery?

If I could just wake up and “do this…”

But it’s always tomorrow

Knowledge of this ~ plus the “yesterdays”

Only compound more sorrow

Can’t wait to cover up

And get lost in a dream

Another moment here awake

And I’ll surely begin to scream

So back to my dreams

To escape this wretched place

To partake in another “story”

Out there in foggy space

So many other places

Out there to be found

Challenges to conquer

While I sleep safe and sound.

Michelle Najanicle

Sept 20, 20

*”Addicted to my Dreams”

Because it’s the only way, really to

spend time with my daughter and or my Mom.

My dreams are my only way to still have a family!

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

Roses are red, violets are

Blue I see unhappy

Memories and destruction too

Roses are red, violets

Are blue I see unhappy

Endings, I see you

Roses are red, violets

Are blue everything around

Is subject to change

Roses are red violets are blue

I see changes that are inside you

Roses are red violets are blue

The changes you make are all up


Camille D Edwards

This was the writing prompt: All that I had left of my wings was a single solitary feather:

This was the writing prompt:  All that I had left of my wings was a single solitary feather:

Hurt, pain, brokenness – No matter what I do or how hard I try it never fails, I mess up.  I’m a failure.  Fear anger, lowliness.  My emotions control me.  Lost, dazed, confused.  How do I take my life back?  I know I’m not a bad person.  I can be loved… Right?  I was born innocent and over my life span I look demonic.  I seem to be attracted to deadly, dangerous and destructive people, places and things.  I know this is not the life I was destined for.  I can do such amazing things if I put my mind to it.  I have to change my perception on life.  I have to think about what I am thinking about I cannot start the race and give up again.  I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me; I am more than a conqueror.  There is nothing I can’t achieve BELIEVE THIS!  I’m stuck in the middle of a spiritual struggle.  It’s a tug of war, Angels vs. Demons.  I know I can live a righteous life but I am prone to the evil side.  What’s wrong with me?  Some say it’s my nature, I was born a sinner.  So what do I do?  I pray and transform my mind to think like Christ.  I have tried time in and time out.  I continuously fail.  Why try anymore?  I know I can do it for a short time only to fall back into the same routine.  I am doomed… not this time.  I got this.  The only stopping me is self.  Dust yourself off.  Pick up your cross and follow me, he says.  So I start studying and storing away scripture in my heart.  Now I can quote verses.  This is not so bad.  It feels good this peace and a sound mind are real.  Damn I am getting attacked, everyone is against me, and I am shunned.  Could it be because I am changing?  Is it me or is it them?  Am I faking this?  This sucks maybe my mom was right, she should have aborted me, and I will never amount to anything.  I need medicine to be normal.  Forget that, God can heal me, I am unique, and I am a born leader.  I was made to set an example.  I love and forgive.  I deserve love and forgiveness.  I am finally learning that I get attacked when I do well.  One by one the devil is plucking my feathers. I am an angel just misguided Damn it, I am down to one final feather.  I have to hold on to it!  If I lose it I am never going to have my chance at winning this fight!  I want to spread my wings and FLY…  You’ll never get to that point… It is OVER… No way I am going to win!  SILENCE! Now I have 2 feathers. Stop negativity the moment it comes courage to be me alone and when someone is looking. Now I have 3 feathers.  Hope I will make it to the end of this race even if one of the hurdles knocks me down I will make it over the next one with ease.  Now I have 5 feathers. Trust, yeah you hurt me but we all make mistakes.  I love you more because you are still here.  Now I have 7 feathers.  I love myself no matter if I always get things right or not there is no such thing as perfection.  My wings are complete.  My feathers may have fallen off but they grew back.  Even when it looks as if there is no way out God always makes a way.  Thank you Jesus.

Megan Burrell

Stay with me

Stay with me

Here where our visions collide

Even if only for one day

Two minds

One thought

A perfect painting


Stay with me

Here where beings intertwine

Even if only for one minute

Two bodies

One soul

A deceptive sculpture


Stay with me

Here where our veins meet

Even if only for one moment

Two hearts

One beat

An imperfect stream of perfection

Called LOVE

Please stay with me


Julia’s story

When I was spat from a court ordered rehab into the bosom of the great wide world, I truly anticipated finding a meaningful employment, which would be my sturdy raft upon the sometime tempestuous seas of life.  Dutifully, I applied at the state employment agency, was given a referral, so I scurried off to present myself.  To my relief and astonishment, I was hired on the spot.  I should have taken better note of the day – April 1st – April Fools Day.

Anticipating a lively work place, surrounded by co-workers all pulling together for the greater good, I blithely and innocently set off for my first day.  It began easily enough as I learned the nuts and bolts of being a restaurant hostess, meet, greet, smile and seat.

Then I was assigned to the Poolside Patio.

In a nanosecond, the areas of my responsibilities exploded and shifted as if I was but a tiny piece in an ever-shifting kaleidoscope.  There were guests referred from the main entrance a flight above, there were guests approaching on foot from the parking lot, there were guests leaving the two bars and wanting a table for sunset, and there were guests arriving by boat and wondering in from the dock!

I was given a walkie-talkie for garbled communication with the front desk, to coordinate available seating with hoards of famished and for inebriated patrons and sometimes platoons of squealing offspring.  “Can I get in the pool NOW Mommy”? “How long do we have to wait”? Some evenings I became hoarse repeating the same litany over and over: “There is a wait list.  Please use the beach area and the pool until your number is called” AND “No, you can’t sit there just because it is empty and you have been waiting since last Easter for a table because we’re trying to seat a party of 6,729 and they have been here for half a century before you.”  Oh and I must smile and smile and smile while refusing to throttle the next imbecile who pretends not to understand me.

By the time I get home … walking, waiting, bus riding, and walking again hours after I left my 5-day (I mean 5 hour) shift, I was pooped! Not only that I was beat, bleary and burnt out; fatigued, frayed, and fizzled out; spent, squashed and shot out (no, not that way!); weary, worn and washed out.

So you see how I may consider being here in jail a small reprieve from some of the pressures of life: I get to sleep a lot, my meals are brought to me (no dishes to wash) and I’m able to spend my leisure time doing jigsaw puzzles and playing scrabble.


THE DASH (1970 – 20??)

Taken from “Live Rich & Stay Healthy”

By Kenneth Himmlar, Sr.

I read of a woman who stood to speak

At the funeral of a friend.

She referred to the dates on her tombstone

From the beginning… to the end

She noted that first came her date of birth

And spoke the following date with tears,

But she said what mattered most of all

Was the dash between the years?

For that dash represents all the time

That she spent alive on earth

And now only those that loved her

Know what that little time is worth

For it matters not, how much we own,

The cars the house the cash

What matters is how we live and love

And how we spend our dash

So think about this long and hard

Are there things you’d like to change?

For you never know how much time is left

That can still be rearranged

If we could just slow down enough

To consider what is true and real

And always try to understand

The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger

And show appreciation more

And love the people in our lives

Like we have never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect

And more often wear a smile…

Remember that this special dash

Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read

With your life’s actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say

About how you spent your dash?