The stories, thoughts, and ramblings of an ADD author.
Hocus Pocus I have no focus. My brain has gone awry. The many thoughts, they run amok. No matter how much I try. Hocus Pocus I lost my focus. My brain is on full stop. I wish my thoughts would all line up, But they've all decided to pop. If you're looking for more, that's… Continue reading ADD: A Short Poem
https://media.giphy.com/media/iFU36VwXUd2O43gdcr/giphy.gif I have a confession. I watch the hoarders show on A&E. I can't help myself. It's a morbid curiosity. I cringe when they reveal the homes, and then I start feeling for the families of the hoarders. Then there are the hoarders. Many of them have the same fear. Loss. They suffered a major… Continue reading Writing Prompt: The Hoarder
As a self-published author, I can not tell you the number of times I have stared at my own novel and my brain drew a blank. I mean, you should know how your own story goes, right? You SHOULD know the plot, how the characters are going to react, and where you should go from… Continue reading Writing Prompt: Twirl
https://media.giphy.com/media/YQAJ0uJ1u55imESTde/giphy.gif This prompt list has surprised me, left me wordless, and evoked emotion. It's funny how simple words can do that to a person, and this one is no different. Unharmed, pristine, whole. The mere concept evokes thoughts and emotions in me. So, I will put those here. https://media.giphy.com/media/elhHndVfpU1621gcEJ/giphy.gif Unharmed Unharmed is the glass still… Continue reading Writing Prompt: Unharmed
Of all the things I've said and heard, Of all things around, The thing I miss the most it seems, is the one thing that I found. I thought I had love in my grasp those many years ago. I thought I loved him oh so much, that forever wouldn't be slow. Alas, I fear,… Continue reading Love, Loss, Forgiveness
Hello, Depression, my old friend,Just when I thought I'd never see you again. I wake up in the morning with a sense of dread,An all-too-familiar black cloud over my head. The start of the year was rocky at best,But we were getting through it, a worthy quest. I was happy. I was excited. I was… Continue reading Hello, Depression…
There is a chorus ringing out. Their voices clear as day. It is one of unity, strong and stout. And this is what we say. We stand with you in sorrow deep. We have no words to say, For no words are there to seek On this, a most melancholy day. We weep for those… Continue reading To the Fallen in Las Vegas
There is spoon of silver glint, With magical properties and a sinister tint. It feeds the populace with lies and deceit, And most people take from it and continue to eat. This spoon of silver and magical ilk, Feeds from a bowl with food smooth as silk. It looks innocent and completely fine.… Continue reading The Magical Spoon of Propaganda
...or Why won't this leg knock it off so I can sleep? As I lay here ever wondering, Ever frustrated and pondering, Wishing I could sleep, My leg has other blunderings As it spasms, my sleep sundering, Leaving me to weep. I toss and turn And turn and toss, And try to find a way… Continue reading The Trials of RLS
You get out there and you scrimp and you save. You do it all to say some day that you made it. Then you fall and hard and the climb seems too far. Two steps up to get knocked ten back, and you wonder if you’ll come back. You think the mountain is much bigger… Continue reading The Struggle
