The Poetry and Writing of Janis Gaines. Thanks! The breeze mesmerized her as she faced the ocean one last time, alone.

What Dreams Are Made Of. Each day, I logged into WordPress-hoping that writing would ease the pain. And each day, I was incapable of putting my emotions into words. After an hour of quite literally breaking down and sobbing today, I am finally able to write. A great read, is meant to be shared.

Cats, family, life and faith as I experience them, not necessarily in that order. Journey, Limerick, Alliteration. There once was a knight name of Bernie,. Who wanted to travel to tourney. But his journey got long. So he started his song. Water, Haiku, Simile.

On why poetry could save me. When I see my portrait. My thoughts now stray so far that my hands are always playing catch-up without ever catching up.

If I asked you to speak, say anything you want the world to hear, what would it be? March 3, 2015. If I asked you to speak, say anything you want the world to hear, what would it be? Is this really where i am in my life at 26 years old, sitting at a desk just as i did when i was a kid with my head in the cloud and my thoughts moving upward and beyond? However once this question got started and people began s.

Write and Publish Your Posts HERE. This a short comedy I wrote during the weekend. It is told from the perspective of different witnesses and participants. I do hope you enjoy it. I had just resumed my shift when I saw a strange man walk in. He stood for a while as if searching for an empty seat in the bar. He walked over to a table, knocked off the reserved marker and he pulled out a seat for himself.

Life, living, work and play. Life, living, work and play. Life, living, work and play. Trials and tribulations of setting up my own business. I seem to have so many characters in my mind right now, all vying to be the most important and, therefore, first to be committed to paper. The arrival of the stranger.

if people have to work to live than they are having a stressful life? No, not much. Now that I am thinking, it was even weird on Sundays when my dad .