Posts tagged ‘sadness’

ever too late…never

March 1, 2015 at 4:42 pm 5 comments

her eyes


violet-blue eyes

always smiling and loving

never faraway



painted at 16

my mom – a self portrait – age 16


February 23, 1944 – December 12, 2004



February 23, 2015 at 3:19 pm 7 comments

sometimes ~

February 10, 2015 at 6:28 pm 5 comments

10 for Tuesday = ten word story #3



“If I continue working with you,

it will destroy me.”




a note:   After having spent 10 years working for a company, established by my very, very best and closest friend, I recently left my place of employment.  I gave all that I could to a business which gave me everything and after Bill’s death, it took more than I ever thought I had – to give – to run a business without the person whose life ‘was’ the business.   Since the sale of the company,  I continued to remain faithful to Bill’s vision but his ways and that of the new owner, though I knew there would be differences, could never be more opposite from one another.    In the past half a year, I have been watching a slow death unfold in front of my eyes and I have decided I cannot go through losing Bill a second time.


one more note:  Please excuse my lack of attention when it comes to my time – my life – here.  Yes, I am looking for a job and this is having to take priority, though I will say… I do need my WP family – I adore all of you.


February 10, 2015 at 3:51 pm 40 comments

the night air


as nighttime touches my skin,

my mind fills with desire

~ each heartbeat fuels a need ~

to be touched,

to be held,

to be wanted


the rhythm of my cries fall on deaf ears

~ always ~

on deaf ears


stagnant air


February 9, 2015 at 3:13 pm 14 comments

reaching ~ ~ ~ always

in the dark of night,

i search for his eyes

with the hope

they are staring down

at me.

i try to reconnect to a scent,

which brings

warmth and comfort

to a soul

which is struggling

to be.

i listen for every timbre of sound

i can grasp,

such as a voice


the resounding echo

of his heart beat.

i keep reaching

~ always reaching ~

for someone i can no longer touch,


i know he lives inside of me ~ ~ ~ ~

February 5, 2015 at 2:17 pm 30 comments

last night


in the darkness of my room,

i am cold and alone.

all is calm and quiet except the noises in my head ~

so many noises clamoring… relentlessly…


the worst voice of all


my own



2-2 moon

taken at approximately 11:10pm on 2/2/15



February 3, 2015 at 2:59 pm 18 comments

toward ~


i keep swimming toward the hope of salvation


i feel

as though

i am sinking


the depths















January 31, 2015 at 1:57 pm 24 comments

dark voices



at night,

my loneliness

speaks the language of fear






January 30, 2015 at 1:32 am 11 comments


i look at you


i do not know who you are

~ anymore ~



i do know


you are not the person you used to be


i do not know

if i should love you,

hate you,

admire you


abhor you.

i know nothing.

January 28, 2015 at 1:50 pm 17 comments

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