It was only yesterday That today was just a dream Plots sketched out in my journal It was all a scheme… How today seemed so lovely Another chance to get it right But now today seems to be Another yesterday come night… Nothing achieved My plans didn’t succeed I had the time I wished… ButContinueContinue reading “.only yesterday”
Category Archives: .who i am
.the art of my life
Most people question what kind of legacy they will leave behind…. I don’t care too much about my legacy from someone else’s eyes but I do want to look back at my life and be proud of the art it created. As an artist I love to create things… Music, poetry, jewelry, and visual art.ContinueContinue reading “.the art of my life”
.baggage
Carrying a heavy load of baggage is tiresome and frustrating. You hurdle through every day hoping it will eventually go away. You try new things, you focus on something brighter, but in the back of your mind you still hear and feel that throbbing… The throbbing that the past so effortlessly reminds you of dayContinueContinue reading “.baggage”
.little girl in a big world
I often catch myself shrinking in my place. Absorbing all the organized chaos that the universe throws at me. It fascinates me how our minds are so programmed by repetition that we can get through most of our days on auto pilot and not be cognitive of our surroundings…. We end our days with aContinueContinue reading “.little girl in a big world”
.his lips were made for me
There he lay With his head upon my lap His chest rises and falls His eyes are closed His breath, the scent of honeydew He mumbles in his sleep… The love I feel, keeps me from looking away Running my fingers across his brow A tear comes to my eye The man I love IsContinueContinue reading “.his lips were made for me”
.running with scissors
As mother’s day approaches I reflect on my vision of a mother. They come in all sizes, colors and at different prices.Growing up as an orphaned child within my own family is a hard reality to accept. But it is what I have. My bio mother was the one who’s roof I slept under andContinueContinue reading “.running with scissors”
.grateful
As I sit back with the sun rays warming me, the birds chirping as they pass me by, the wind twirling through my hair…. I say thank you. Thank you to the gods. Thank you to my family. Thank you to the souls who pushed me through my life to get me to this place.ContinueContinue reading “.grateful”
.in my mind
Sometimes I forget that my world is my own. I forget that others, no matter how many times or different ways I explain it can’t see or understand what my mind sees or feels. It’s a reality I have to accept because my reality is only my own. My memories, emotions and understandings all comeContinueContinue reading “.in my mind”
.your sigh
Here in this space Where no time exists Our bodies combined Tightly we twist Your chest rising and falling As mine leads the way Your brow dripping sweat While your eyes from mine never stray I’ve tasted nothing sweeter Than my name as you sigh it between my lips Your hands guiding the dance asContinueContinue reading “.your sigh”
.a gentle welcome
Be calm. Beautiful things will come to you. Be open and recognize the blessings that surround you. Be quiet in your soul and accept the love that the universe offers you.
Jane Fox Art 