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June 5, 2019
 

Everyone is different;
we all have our mountain to climb.
The dizzy heights
that leave people breathless,
can also,
for some,
exist at its base.

‘Levels of anxiety.’

James McInerney.

Instagram / Twitter - @millsmc07

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JAMES MCINERNEY
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June 5, 2019
 

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

Emily Dickinson

BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE
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June 4, 2019
 

The worst part
of letting go,
is all the broken things
we cling onto,
as
we
suffer
the
fall.

James McInerney.

Instagram / Twitter - @millsmc07

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JAMES MCINERNEY
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June 4, 2019
 

I cannot go back to yesterday,
I was a different person back then.

-Alice in Wonderland

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 3, 2019
 


If you give hate a reason to thrive,
its roots will flourish,
fooling the world
into believing
it had grown a rose.

James McInerney.

Instagram / Twitter - @millsmc07

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JAMES MCINERNEY
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June 2, 2019
 

The Big Book of AA outlines thirteen, if you will, bedevilments…

“We were having trouble with personal relationships (1), we couldn’t control our emotional natures (2), we were prey to misery (3) and depression (4), we couldn’t make a living (5), we had a feeling of uselessness (6), we were full of fear (7), we were unhappy (8), we couldn’t seem to be of real help to other people (9).”
These of course are a count of nine distinct thinking disorders and emotional problems, all quite familiar to us now as we continue to read through our journey. The final four bedevilments are specifically named in the Big Book of AA as the four horsemen of king alcohol...

“The less people tolerated us, ...

ORIGINAL
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June 2, 2019
 

We are surrounded by sound;
it’s easy to become distracted by the daily noise.
It is important that you take the time to focus
and listen to your inner voice
- that much power should never be ignored.

James McInerney.

Instagram / Twitter - @millsmc07

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JAMES MCINERNEY
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May 31, 2019
 


When I was with you, my eyes were fooled.
They only saw what you wanted them to see.
I worshipped you as though you were the only person who could save me, but you deliberately kept me hungry, knowing I would feed on your empty promises, convinced that they were a feast.
You didn’t care that I regularly tore into my own skin, just so I could feel something.
My pain always went unnoticed in the same way that I was always invisible to you.
When I look back at my life with you, with the same eyes, they see things differently now.
Where there was once doubt and confusion, a fog that I could never shake, it is clear to me now that you silenced my voice because you refused to acknowle...

JAMES MCINERNEY
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May 17, 2019
 

#533

I am not afraid of the storm,
I welcome the rain.
The ground beneath me may open,
but this rose has roots,
when exposed,
feed quicker in order to survive.


‘Resilience’ – James McInerney

Instagram / Twitter - @millsmc07

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JAMES MCINERNEY
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May 14, 2019
Ahmedabad, India

Dear Mom,

Once an author told me that the thing that is worse than having cancer is watching someone you love suffer from it.
It has been a while now, although I m rarely around to watch, not a second pass without me being aware of it.
I never told you about the nightmares I have, I wake up with a thought that I have lost you. The lizards on the wall, the darkness, the crowd, all my fears fail in front of the fear of losing you.
I have always been a strong girl, not as strong as you. I know when you see me , you see dad in me more than your own reflection, way too emotional right?
But I always saw you as my strength, you always had my back. I could come crying to you , I use to ,not anymore....

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 12, 2019
 

Good reads.   

I don’t have a favourite book that is non medical.  But I do have a favourite non- medical author..... Lisa Scottoline. A friend of my mine, a worker, introduced me to Lisa Scottoline years and years ago.  I like her stand alone novels because they are entertaining, beautiful and emotional yet truthful.  Every year I have a tradition where I go get the latest Scottoline novel every year. She is that good.  Right now I am reading after Anna.  It’s good and has a lot of court room scenes.  Which I like in a book.  

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MOVEMENT
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May 10, 2019
 

Whilst there are fires that burn and rivers that rage,
whenever I am in your presence,
I always find myself unmoved,
envious of a life I’ll never own.
When it comes to us, you only give pieces of yourself to me
and I`m always left with an unfinished puzzle,
unable to understand the bigger picture.
It`s no surprise that my head and my heart are confused,
you keep me at a distance and call it love
as though the miles that separate us don’t matter,





they do.

James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07

JAMES MCINERNEY
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May 2, 2019
 

We may walk the same path
but the pace at which we move differs dramatically.
I will always be a beating heart,
fuelled by the promise of love
and yet you will always be a banging drum.
What you lack in rhythm
you make up for in noise.
Whenever I think about our relationship,
its future,
I often compare it to passing strangers
and their level of interaction
as they acknowledge each other
– temporary.


James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07

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JAMES MCINERNEY
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May 1, 2019
 

Li um texto semana passada que dizia que tudo é uma escolha, desde viver até a morte.
Eu até acreditei nisso no primeiro momento, mas eu não escolhi te amar, não escolhi ter você comigo, apenas o que escolhi foi acreditar em você e no que você passava sentir por mim, e também escolhi dar uma chance pra você, depois de estar decidida a não acreditar em mais NINGUÉM, fui abrir um caminho pra você, quem mais me machucou e traiu minha confiança em tão pouco tempo. Mas obrigada, tenho certeza que agora fiz a escolha certa de não me entregar pra mais ninguém, e JAMAIS amar alguém mais do que me amo.
Seja mais um a chorar no “ bloco da saudade”, espero não te ver mais, não te ouvir mais, não te sen...

CREATIVE WRITING
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April 27, 2019
Sofia, Bulgaria

Books are so magical. There’s not even a single picture, yet the whole story is playing in your head like a movie.

TUNNEL OF ILLUSIONS
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April 23, 2019
 

Sometimes you must trust the universe and embrace the journey,
even if it means traveling to places you’ve never been before.
The open road never judges those that cross its path.
All the trappings that once held you back will be dust that settles in the distance, a distance that you control.
What matters is that you matter too.
Do not be afraid of the unknown - you will be in the company of strangers, each on their own personal journey with their own personal baggage.
The places you visit, the people you meet, will aid your regrowth but they will not define you as a person.
The moment you buy that ticket,
regardless of the cost,
that will be your defining moment.


James ...

JAMES MCINERNEY
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April 22, 2019
 


    I don't have the patience
    And there's never
    Enough time
    To read
    All the way through
    Each book
    So I skip chapters
    In leaps and bounds
    Just to get to
    The fairy tale ending
    Only to be disappointed
    By the lack of happiness
    I often find there.             JD






*No Happy Ending*
#WeeklyChallenge
#FairyTale #patience #book

#NeverEnough #LiannahInApril #WritingPrompts

WHITE CLOCK
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April 23, 2019
 

Flipping through the dusty pages
I discovered stories i read before ages

Inked in black letters
Snow White lived in tatters
Cinderella cried in vain
The baby bear was in pain

The small little forgotten book
Took me back to the picturesque brook

There read dad Snow White's kindness
There he warned me about Goldilocks' carelessness
He said Cinderella was gracious
Who kept going with patience
Imitating the characters voices
He taught me to make the right choices

Flipping through the dusty pages
The monotonous textbooks looked like cages
For the real lessons were learned by the brook
With no teacher but my dad and the fairytale book!

@soniyaa

HAPPY EARTH DAY 2019
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