Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take but by the moments that...
It’s cold outside I hate the cold I have eight blankets Hot tea Warm pajamas But really Let’s face it I still must get up in the morning And make it out the door Through the world And it’s colder than cold should ever be cold.
A Little Happy Poem
My internet has been down which totally blows, but here is a little poem I wrote the other day: The ice cut my legs The cold burned my feet But you held my hand So we laughed At the pain The scars make me smile I ruined my favorite jeans That game Silly game Holes in the knees Grass stains on the butt Bruises on my arms And my hands They remind me it happened It wasn’t a happy...
Well, here's the thing
I’m not really the best photographer That’s clear And I’m not particularly good at keeping up with things I say I will Also, quite clear But I love to write An I love to take pictures And I love to sing And I love art So suppose I change my mind And this becomes a forum A forum for whatever artistic or random thought May pass through my head, That’s all.