Rocky Roads: Day 1... Money struggles, stress, and motivation

It’s okay not to be okay.

Immerse me in your good intentions Drown me in your love Fill my head with promises Of every star above Spin me a tale with a happy ending Doesn't matter if it is true I will believe almost anything As long as it comes from you Whisper softly in my ear Remind me that here Protect me from the shadows Until they disappear Build me a world of good intentions And I will wear the crown I will rule in perfect harmony Til it comes crashing down

Read this one free. Just a small sample of what I write and who I am!

No bonsai for me, all pruned and refined, I'll be the sunflower, chaotic and kind!

Poems to help move through trauma

Identify your stressors in the classroom and eliminate them within yourself!

What a man observes and experiences has effects on the generation of thoughts which align in beautiful order to produce a piece of art.

It matters what you think. And how you feel, you have to do what is right for you. Always go with your gut feeling, no matter what.

Hot chai moments, comforting and sweet, Ordinary instances into memories we greet.

Androgynous dance, a floral design.

The hollow in a tree trunk can evoke a sense of whimsy because it transforms the ordinary into something magical. It creates a mysterious opening.

This is all about Taylor Swift who is my favorite human on this planet.

In the realm of imagination, where quantum entanglement weaves its magic, a tiger and a lily intertwined their essence, birthing the enchanting existence of a tiger lily flower.

I genuinely feel better when I go for a nice walk. Walking brings me peace of mind. I get to enjoy nature, something I believe God created. There is nothing better than enjoying positivity. Take time to feed your inner health (i.e. mental health). Serenity is worth so much.

Who am I?

Shared Image Nitza Cheri Seems that leaves are falling much faster these days. I try to comfort myself with the somewhat vibrant views of oranges, yellows and chestnut browns on each leaf through the window, but my eyes struggle to keep up with the cars accelerating speed. The road looks overwhelmingly collided; colors are mixed in from the lights beaming from the tails of each car. I can't even tell if the driver is speeding anymore. I feel a growing numbness from the motions of the car, every sign I see, passes with a blur in seconds. The closer we get to our destination, the more I become melancholy at the very thought. I feel that we are getting closer. I can see the jagged writing on each weather stained stone we pass, as we finally begin to slow down in front of our entrance. Every breath I took was crisp and chill from the passenger’s seat alone. The sight of the rusted gates triggered a sensation, causing my heart to race. I noticed, with a brief gaze, the gates were mostly a dark, mossy green with the dried out silver paint chipping off of it. I didn't enjoy the excruciating sound of the afterlife as the doors opened to welcome us.

Sometimes feel a love so strong that it can often be seen as somewhat addictive

Some people will never know the luxury of living in a small southern town. All the juicy gossip running down the grape vine. We already move and talk slow, which ironically helps to be more observant. Everyone is friendly to each other in public. You would never know just exactly what lies just below the surface of the cotton fields. High society, old money, and culture shocks really don't mix. Add some heat and humidity you might end up biting off more than you can chew.

When I began writing again after 9 years, I discovered, after searching for the appropriate tools, the power of AI. I had seen posts where people were encouraging others to use the AI Generator to write articles and booklets along with books. At first, I was skeptical, but then I tried it for the first time and was amazed by the results. Now that I am not one who usually goes down this route, I decided to look into the matter more.