As I approach my apartment building, a mix of anticipation and concern fills me as I spot Jess waiting for me by the front door. A smile lights up my face as I greet her affectionately, but her furrowed brows and worried expression don't go unnoticed. Sensing her unease, I take her hand and lead her inside, silently promising to create a safe space where she can share her worries with me. Once we step into my apartment, t...
I wish you were made of starlight. Or found with fireflies. I wish you were right And my mind wouldn’t lie. I can do a fair amount of CBT To rework the script in my head But it will still treat me unfairly While I lay in bed. On days you drown yourself in doubt And call on me to deconstruct your brain And we hang out for hours talking about How our brains like to accept the blame Those are the night the lies are soft and...
The days passed in lazy friendship, while Girl’s bruises and aches slowly started to heal. Finally came the day when she was tired of behaving sensibly, and hanging around the cabin all the time. No matter how entertaining – or infuriating, or amusing – the Bear could be, she was aware that the world around them was beautiful, and she was seeing only the part she could witness from the cabin’s porch. So, they began a seri...
Going online I try to meet her on hereHoping to chat about things we hold dearSharing our news we have plenty to sayHow is the weather - how good was your day?What have we done - where have we been?Interesting things we both may have seen With friendly chat the words begin to flowPerhaps even a little naughty with innuendoSharing secret thoughts between each otherThings that I cannot share with anotherWishing one day we m...
On life's poetic voyage, we discover friends who last as long as we please. We travel as far as we may. Watching the landscape of ambient scenery pass by. Hand in hand, friendships won. Most treasured confederates singing the songs of byways. Pausing in discovered devotion, we fervently give of affection and joy. This magic realm we know as anywhere. We dance with people we truly perceive. Companions who become integral...
Sally Mouse and Cassie Cat are the best of friends. Sally decides to make Rice Krispies treats with unicorn marshmallows. She knows they are one of Cassie's favorite treats and wants to show her that they are cherished friends. She makes them special by using her favorite unicorn cookie cutter. She and Cassie like to share treats and have silly conversations as they enjoy each other's company. Sally has made a unicorn-sha...
Cassie Cat and Sally Mouse have been friends for a long time; however, it hasn't been the smoothest of journeys. However, they have always come out the other side stronger and happier when they were together. Cassie decided for world friendship day she wanted to do something special for Sally, to show her how important she is. Cassie decided to make some baked treats as a gift because Sally loves everything chocolate, o...
In celebration of our camaraderie, I’d like to thank you for always been so friendly and supportive. You congratulate me on every achievement, and read my stories, offering free advice. I enjoy sharing this cozy space with you, my friend.
Immersed inside a book outside a storeThe lady stopped, involved in stories deep.To break into her mind might prove a boorBut surely one could ask to take a peep. What novel had she found inside the stall,A queer old book or volume bound in calf?Perchance a quaint old tale to hold in thrall?One hopes it isn't just some worthless chaff. A strong allure is built from many quirksDisplayed while one has lost oneself inside.A...
I'm holding onto a book that doesn't belong to me.I've read its pages a thousand times but failed to seeThe words on the page no longer meant for me.Its title was hope, the author, my fantasy mind.The main character never caused any harm.His words were generous, loving, funny, and kind.I fell for his wit, awkwardness, passion, and charm.He dripped words painting stories for us to share.Fantasies voiced, marveled, woven in...
Has it been twenty years?It doesn't seem that long.Since we got tattoos in Blackpooland danced to Rosie Gaines songs. Rollercoasters, bumper cars,it's all a little hazy.Do you look back as I do,and think our teenage years were crazy? Nights at Cafe de Paris,meals at Pizza Pomodoro.Elvis singing his heart out,to my shaking head and eye roll. Taxi cabs for takeout,too much wine to drive.Watching Desperado,tears of laughter...
It was a beautiful summer day on the farm. Sparky, the dog, was laying on the porch resting after a fun morning of playing with his friends. He was watching the people go by and would bark to say hello to them. Scamp, the monkey, was hanging from the porch railing waving at the people. People would call out hello.They were enjoying the sunshine. Jack, the donkey, and Blackie, the horse, and Lynnie, the lamb was in the yar...
You say the words, Even as they teeter At the edge of my tongue. You give voice to thoughtsNot yet fully formedIn my mind. You articulate my opinions,So I better understandMy own heart. I know your reaction Well before you give it.I know your passions,What ignites and stokes them. In sync, but unpredictable;Familiar, never dull.Still you surprise me,Astound me, amaze me. You always will.
We walked a path togetherThrough the sunshine and the shadeOver mountain tops and valleysThrough the forest and the glade.At times the path was easyAnd warm rays lit our tracksLaughter flowed like musicThe wind pushed upon our backs.Other times were much harderStorms and blizzards slowed our wayBut worse, our own mistakesIncluding my ownNear drowned us in dismay.But we marched on through itWith grit and a smileWith forgiv...
An abandoned quarry. High-walled stone pit. At the bottom strolling through newfound friendship. Looking up, a bold climber's dream. "Let's do it! We can climb it." Overreachingly confident--young. One led the way. Not too difficult really. Foolish? The next followed. Shorter, smaller, smiling--at first. One scrambled gaining the top edge, turned about. The other grimaced. So close. Gasping, "Can't do it. Can't make it!"...
