Math was never my strong point…

More positive less negative will equal a happy life

Bitch it out

Only to look like a bitch

And worse to feel like one too

If I spent the amount of time and energy on the things that are positive as I do complaining about the negative – maybe there would be exactly that :

More positive =

Less negative

So

<+>- = 😊

So today I’m gonna be super mindful of what I’m focusing on and the things I say

And try my very best to not complain

Yay

Gut feeling

I hope she makes you happy

Since I never could

Letting life pass you by

Day comes

Day goes

Day in

Day out

Weeks pass

Months pass

Before you know it

The ones you left behind

Have passed you by

In a flash

Within the blink of an eye

Do you ever regret

Taking the people and things that came in your life

For granted?

Or for not taking them at all?

I wonder if you even care…

Weird night

In a room

I’ve seen once before

I don’t know how I got here tonight

I guess a car

But I mean how it came about it

I guess life throws weird curve balls

At even stranger times

Who knows…

He’s says I’m so nice

Like that’s a bad thing

Like it’s uncommon or something

I guess it is… These days

But I think he might need

A little nice

Sometimes…

I feel like a motherless child

Truth

I am letting you go

I am no longer holding on to what is no longer there

I’m not waiting for your care

Or your love

I’m not waiting for a sign

Or a phone call

Or a reply

That will never come

I’m not fooling myself by seeing your little effort give as a loaf of bread

When in reality

All you gave were crumbs

And that is why I would keep trying

Over crumbs I foolishly thought was love

But it wasn’t love

And you never really cared

And you don’t really care now

Cause if you did

I would feel it

I’ve been the one to reach out

To show interest

To take time

And now I’m done.

I’m not angry

I’m not even that sad

I’m just aware that

Holding on to you

Is a waste of time

If you didn’t appreciate me then

You never will

I can’t make you see

What you don’t

Or don’t want to see

I can’t make you feel what you do not feel

I accept you are the way you are

And it’s not what I want

And what I was holding onto is just an illusion I created in my head

And I won’t hold on to shadow

I no longer hold on to you

goodbye

Forever

I let you go

And I am okay

Apathy

A night

A fuck

A sore

A bore

It’s hard to ignore

The lack of care

In your stare

Unaffected

Disconnected

It’s the way

People in this town

Seem to be

Now

And this apathy

Is making me

Want to get the fuck out

Of this

And jump into

Something new.

Just listen you stubborn man

I love you

Come here

Please.

For once

Just come here

Knock on my door and

Love me

Yes this is for you

You stubborn man…

🙂

Love

I chose love

22 Stages of Relationship Between An Empath and A Narcissist

22 Stages of Relationship Between An Empath and A Narcissist
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If looks could kill they probably will

There’s a hidden influence

Behind your words

And delivery

Which is rude

And she will destroy you.

I’m not your lover

Never have been

Never wanted to be

But I see

How easily

Influenced you are by someone

Who doesn’t really love you

Or care about what you love

Or the commitments

You’ve made

To others.

To friends

To your art

To this show

YOU ASKED ME TO DO

For you

AND NOW YOU’RE NOT EVEN DOING IT

You didn’t communicate that to me

And when I asked you why

You were rude

So have a nice vacation with your “lover”

Lol crazy psycho chick

Who obviously is speaking for you

Through you

And remember why

I will never do you another favor again.

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