I borrowed from my yesterday,
Experience that I may need.
Some point down whatever path,
This life has chose for me.
I’ve taken with me knowledge,
To use along the way.
To be the torch of guiding light,
When the day begins to fade.
I’ve belted my experience,
Tightly round my waist.
It shall help me make the most,
When life all moves in haste.
I’ve borrowed from my yesterday.
To use for my tomorrow.

I write because I can.
Just because I can,
Doesn’t mean I’m any good.
I could be horrible,
With any good moments I have
In writing simply good because
The person reading it,
Doesn’t realize it’s bad.
It’s possible I have some shred of talent.
on the rare case that happens,
I can give myself credit when it’s due,
When I realize its something I’m proud of.
I write because I can.
Just because I can,
Doesn’t mean I’m any good.

There. I updated tumblr. Success.

Rain falling softly outside the window on a world who cares less to see its beauty.

Its raining.
I’m suddenly transported in the blink of an eye to times when things seemed easy.
Memories from childhood days playing in the summer rain with the sun beating down on my back.
Laying on the bank of the river listening to the soft splat of raindrops hitting waters surface.
Walking through the woods listening as rain hit the treetops above me and slowly trickled down until finally hitting my skin.
Opening the window during a storm to see blue black clouds covering the horizon.
Stepping outside to feel the cool wind on my face.
Taking that first deep breath of musty wet soil caused to blanket the air after the rain.
Times were not easy.
But a rain shower made it seem that way.
A thunderstorm seemed angrier than I.
And it washed away my worries and troubles with every drop that fell.
When it rains, for a few moments, everything is shrouded in the hazy glory of peacefulness that only the rain can give you.
A peace you can’t find anywhere else because of it’s simplistic complication.
The unleashing of rain, no matter how gentle or chaotic in return releases the turmoil within.
And when its over, just like everything around you that can grow from the rains caress, you feel reborn in that moment.
The rain.
How I love the rain.

I have dreams.

By that I mean this:

I HAVE DREAMS.

A swirling mess of them.

For example,

I want to live in the country.

Not just any country setting though,

a mess of trees and yard,

a big garden and birds singing,

no neighbors.

In that dream,

I’m pretty much a hermit.

I HAVE DREAMS.

For example,

I want to go to school.

Not just in general,

but to be a nurse.

To learn everything needed to

give myself a career with meaning.

An LPN to be exact.

I HAVE DREAMS.

For example,

a trip to another country.

Ireland to be specific,

where my ancestors are from.

Beautiful land,

amazing culture.

I HAVE DREAMS.

Sure they’re not yours.

They may be lame,

possibly dumb to you.

BUT THEY’RE MINE.

In my mind,

they glisten like the sunshine off morning dew.

They glitter like bubbles soaring toward the sky.

They shine like night stars against an inky backdrop.

They are dreams.

Without dreams,

we are nothing

but hollow shells of people

waiting for the next day to come

to repeat itself over again

like an old vinyl record

whose needle got stuck on the very first song.

You know that song is NEVER the best song.

But because it’s all you can hear,

it becomes good enough.

I have dreams because life,

is something you don’t settle for.

I want my life,

for my kids,

and myself,

to be the BEST song on the record.

I don’t want my life,

for my kids,

and myself,

to be good enough because I allowed that song,

to be the only song I ever heard.

It’s time to change the song.