In my author’s portfolio, you’ll find what I consider the best of my writings. This includes articles, blog posts, short stories, poetry, and monologues.
Pierce me with your ink filled sword, force your words to linger as they twist inside, because murder is never sweet, unless it's in the mind causing a new reality to live. So murder my mind with words of wonder. Let the sharp bladed images of your prose or verse slice out the mundane, so that I may live among your ink until the new understandings take hold and I am reborn with new light into a new life.
I have a few things for you if you want to read or learn more about me or this book. First I do have a page dedicated to all things Garden of Poems. I also have my wonderful portfolio of poetry, a Youtube playlist for poetry readings, and you can of course purchase the book on Amazon. You can also follow my writing journey on Instagram.
Free your verse to free your mind to free your poem.
Yes, free yourself to free your soul to free everything you ever have known.
Free your verse
to see
to breathe.
Free your poem
to learn
to grow.
Free your mind
to be who you are
to just simply be.
Free yourself now
to learn
to know.
I have a few things for you if you want to read or learn more about me or this book. First I do have a page dedicated to all things Garden of Poems. I also have my wonderful portfolio of poetry, a Youtube playlist for poetry readings, and you can of course purchase the book on Amazon. You can also follow my writing journey on Instagram.
Staring at the valleys the mountains the depths, the sea I thought I could fly but held my wings back. If I jump will I take flight soaring above my cares flying away from my fears? Or will I fall into the dark deep sea drowning in a new world I do not know.
Will I become a fish in the great unknown? Am I a bird or a fish? Can you tell me, please or is it something for me to find out, something for me to learn, for me to decide?
Bird Or Fish: A Poem
I have a few things for you if you want to read or learn more about me or this book. First I do have a page dedicated to all things Garden of Poems. I also have my wonderful portfolio of poetry, a Youtube playlist for poetry readings, and you can of course purchase the book on Amazon. You can also follow my writing journey on Instagram.
Tick tock goes the clock
as the waves rolls in time may fly
or time may stop
the waves crashes on the shore either way.
Tick tock goes the clock
as the sun shines on
time may fly
or time may stop
the sun will heat the sand either way.
Tick tock goes the clock
it's far far away
time may fly
or time may stop
we won't pay attention either way.
I have a few things for you if you want to read or learn more about me or this book. First I do have a page dedicated to all things Garden of Poems. I also have my wonderful portfolio of poetry, a Youtube playlist for poetry readings, and you can of course purchase the book on Amazon. You can also follow my writing journey on Instagram.
I longed for a strong hero, a beauty to lean on, a beast to help me on my way, so exploration was started. Who could complete me? Where was he?
Inner findings led to inner peace and I found my strong hero, she was there inside of me.
Yes, I find my beauty the more I explore my beast. Both inside, both me, and I am complete.
I may not know how to capture one's heart, but I can capture their arms and that's alright with me. I know I always seem on guard, unless you are in my guard, then I am my hero, and I remember I already know my way and I am the only version of me.
Yes, I find my beauty the more I explore my beast. Both inside, both me and I am complete.
A Beauty and A Beast
I have a few things for you if you want to read or learn more about me or this book. First I do have a page dedicated to all things Garden of Poems. I also have my wonderful portfolio of poetry, a Youtube playlist for poetry readings, and you can of course purchase the book on Amazon. You can also follow my writing journey on Instagram.
Extraordinary is an imaginative poem from Garden Of Poems. I published this poetry book in 2021.
I look to the future with my dreams pushed back. What road do I travel; Where does it lead? Will my someday come to play? Or will another story unravel? Will my thoughts stay a thought Will my life be normal?
Please, let the mediocrity subside For I dream of being extraordinary Let me be amazed with how far I travel. Let this road lead me to a life worth dreaming of.
If nothing else I hope this road leads to a dance with my mate to a life lived and ends with an extraordinary story to tell.
Extraordinary
I have a few things for you if you want to read or learn more about me or this book. First I do have a page dedicated to all things Garden of Poems. I also have my wonderful portfolio of poetry, a Youtube playlist for poetry readings, and you can of course purchase the book on Amazon.
In times of sorrow
hold me near.
In times of joy
show me you care.
In times of worry
protect me from my fear.
In times of peace
help me stay aware.
In all times, in every way
show me your love, my dear.
I love journaling. It is a great way I can start my day mentally organized and with my feelings in check. Writing down things helps me get the day off on the right foot.
Part of my journaling time is spent bullet journaling, which is basically making lists. I love making lists, so this is very helpful and enjoyable. My lists also charge me up and put a positive spin on my day.
The topics/ lists are:
Dreams/ Ideal Life
This is where I will list out the things I want to happen.
Why I’ll Make It
I was feeling discouraged a while back and had a hard time believing my dreams and goals would come true. I wanted to change my outlook, so I listed out reasons I will achieve everything I set my mind to. This list recharges me each time I write it. It is interesting to see how my reasons change from day to day.
Woo-hoo Moments
I tend to look to the future and forget that I am doing good things now, as you can tell by the first two bullet journal ideas. Writing lists about good things I’ve done the day before helps me stay present and reminds me to look for the good stuff in the day ahead of me.
Gratitude
I think this is self-explanatory. I list out things I’m grateful for, whether it’s the sun shining, a good cup of coffee, or an answered prayer. It’s important to make sure you take time to be thankful for what you have.
Prayer
I like to journal out my prayers to keep track of them. Also, I pray out loud and in my head. If I do pray out loud it’s easy for me to lose track of the prayers. When my prayers are jotted down on paper, then I can refer back to them and know God answered a prayer.
Shema
Shema statements, as I know them, are brief statements that reflect your love and commitment to God. The practice of journalling them is so I can practice different ways that I could bring up my faith to others. My theory is that if I am continually looking for ways to say I love God then when I have a chance in public to do so I won’t have to think of the words to say. I’ll already have them in my head because I’ve journaled a bunch of different ways.
I hope my journaling prompts help you or you at least found enjoyment and insight from them.
Want More?
If you would like to keep more up to date with what I am doing I am on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. You can also read about my life in my series God Shows Up or in the category “Life.”
Dust and dry dirt covered the wide main road in this little town that was forgotten as the 2 suns met high in the sky. They caused the delicate vegetation to wither away and fragile creatures to seek shelter. In a few weeks, life would flourish. Soon this little town would be full of color and life from the now withered vegetation and fragile creatures. For now, it was only gray, beige, and unbearably hot. Until the suns passed each other, this town would remain lifeless.
Not even rain clouds would venture out of wherever they hid. The only storms that showed themselves were windstorms. These storms caused the dust and dirt to dance around the buildings with the passion and violence of an angry lover scorned.
A well-dressed stranger arrived in a bright blue metallic carriage powered by the latest travel technology, while the 2 suns still fought for the sky. He wore a rich violet suit with a lush emerald shirt. This unusual stranger was accompanied by an even more unique figure who was tinted silver. The silver one tried to cover as much as he could as he got out of the carriage. He carried a bag filled with medical and mechanical tools, while the well-dressed stranger carried nothing.
As they walked into the saloon, the doors swung closed. The wind welcomed them to town by dancing around the main road, causing the once clean and fancy vehicle to match its surroundings.
The stranger saw this through the dust crusted windows and tighten his jaw. His mouth nearly disappeared and his eyebrows furrowed. The dirt covering his carriage would not suit him at all.
He looked around at the saloon and it matched the rest of the town. It was gray, dirty, and lifeless, except for the barkeep that blended into the bar he was sitting at. “You’re either a week late or 3 weeks early.” He said not getting up from his stool.
Want More
All of the stories in this series can be found in the Tal’s Tales section of this site. I also post snippets on my Instagram account and Facebook page.
I remind myself
Breathe.
Close your eyes if you must
but breathe.
One, Two, Three.
Inhale the exhale.
Your heart doesn't need to beat so loud.
Breathe.
There is no real danger,
nothing to truly fear,
so breathe.
Breathe
in with the peace that surrounds you
out with the anxiety that built.
Breathe
in with the love we share
out with the bottled up fear.
Breathe
sometimes I need to remind myself
to breathe.
