Too much

This weekend has been just too much. Too much heavy rain, too much rubbish on the television. Too much work and too much of being on my own. Oddly enough even when I am with someone at the moment I feel quite alone. I have no idea why, but being positive seems to have left my body. I know where I should be mentally, i just can’t quite make the leap.

Soaked again by too much rain

head aches from too many sneezes

repeats again on too many channels

blowing wind makes too many tangles

smiles really are too few today

moments alone too many to count

head space filled with too much rubbish

friends around but too alone

soul is crying head wants to join

at the moment its all too much.

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Inspiration lacking

inspiration

ideas not flowing

brain is resting

tiredness has joined me

desperate for sleep.

Looking for solutions

where do they hide

searching for a question

answers lost deep inside

the sun would help

warm rays comforting

yet dark clouds cover

and coldness surrounds.

I search for the answers

they are deep in my soul

inspiration is coming

inner voice opens up

relaxation and sleep

creativity returns

Clarity again

With the whir of cogs

the wheels turn fast

the bright light shines

it tears into its work

.

With a suck so strong

inhaling the dust

vibrating the carpet

making light of its work

.

Inhale deep breaths

of woodland air

closing my eyes

refreshing my soul

.

fresh air it cleans

like the hoover at home

Clearing my mind

There is clarity again.

Read your words.

Today’s poem is a little more challenging, the prompt from napowrimo today was use social media quotes from friends and followers.  So I have

words.

A story a day challenge

Bubble trouble

Nothing beats some free time to relax

Unexpected Twists,

visually rich writing style, The Devil Came looking.

I’m back in the game,

a little follow up to the sea moving poem

I put my soul into superhighway,

I believe the whole world will read it

What is the secret of happiness?

Discuss. It can’t be that difficult

Procaffeinating

The tendency not to start anything.

Until you’ve had a cup of coffee.

You can just come into someone’s life

and make them feel special

Today is the day that will never come again

So make it a good one.

sadness fills my soul

Sadness fills my soul

my heart is heavier than lead

my head is hung

I can only look down

the floor is grey like my skin

darkness is all around me

the bounce in my voice has left

the smile on my face has gone

I cannot find the light

I cannot find the happiness

I know the change is coming

I just don’t know what to do

to make things change

to make things better

sadness stays in my soul

 

100

One hundred poems,

One hundred words

One hundred stories

to share with the world

 

One hundred moments

One hundred thoughts

One hundred pains

which I shared with you all

 

From spiders and snails

to secrets and lies

Chimneys and legends

Conversations run wild

 

Shared on paper

shared in speech

shared by the internet

for all to reach

 

Every word written

My soul is set free

my life changes course

in one hundred poems