Time to remodel my WordPress

Maybe if I change this thing up a bit I’ll come on more often. I want to change the layout, my “gravitar” and put more on here than just writing. Like, Pictures for example. Can you upload media on this thing? Maybe I’ll post some songs too.


any suggestions on what my layout should look like?


This and a melody popped into my head,

This and a melody popped into my head, so these words may be turned into a song. 

Someday it’s going to get better. 
and someday, all of these hardships
will turn into lessons learned. 
I’ll come out stronger than ever before
but right now, all I can do
is keep hanging on. 

One day, it’s going to get better
and you’re there to help me through
to show me love, to give me hugs
and always be there when I need you. 


Found another one!

This one, I found as a draft but didn’t actually finish it. So I added to it and here it is.

somewhere on the path, I’ve lost my mind
and all my thoughts were left behind.
my only way back, is to follow my tears.
To move forward, I must dodge my fears

Where am I going, what am I doing?
Depression hurts, but is also soothing.
It gives me something to feel,
something to make this life seem real.

That’s when you came into my life
and saved me from my pain and strife.
Without you, I don’t know where I’d be
but I do know, I wouldn’t be this happy.

You’re the change I wanted to be
the change I couldn’t find within me.
Now, a year later you’re still mine
I didn’t think life would ever be this sublime.

Yes, I know, it’s rhymey and corny. To bad. You read it, you’ll never be able to unread it. So there.

a poem of haikus

Okay, so I’m a horrible blogger. I swear, I start writing, tell myself I”m going to come back here and finish them, but I never do….. sorry about that. Anyways, I’m going through my drafts and found this. I don’t remember why I started writing this, It seems finished to me, so if I didn’t post it, I don’t know why. so here it is.


Breath in, and breath out
thoughts are racing through my head
anxiety sucks.

One step at a time
walking through a path of terror
anxiety sucks

Try to clear my thoughts.
meditation not working
anxiety sucks

❤ Maray


The good thing about walking alone
in the middle of a winter’s night
is that, when people look at you
they just assume that
the damp redness around the eyes
is from the cold


I just wrote to say I love you.

Happiness comes in the form of your smile. Just to hear joy in your voice
creates joy all around.
Your hugs make the shakes go away
rids the anxiety and stress of the day
Your goofy jokes and silly dances
make me laugh in ways unheard of.

It could use some editing. But, it’s something.

Haiku poem

Breath in, and breath out
thoughts are racing through my head
anxiety sucks.

One step at a time
walking through a path of terror
anxiety sucks

Try to clear my thoughts.
meditation not working
anxiety sucks

Take pill after pill
can finally fall aslep
western medicine

let’s give it a try

Hey. thank you to everyone that gave me ideas. I like the ideas of best dreams, and the one about fears. So maybe I’ll combine the two. I had this dream back in high school that inspired me to write this.


Wandering around town. No destination. Out of no where, struck down. It happened so fast, I didn’t see what happened. The next thing I know, I’m standing in line. I don’t know what I’m waiting for, but I know I can’t escape. I reach the front of the line, and it all becomes clear. I’ve died, and in line for Hell.

When I receive my judgment, they tell me that I’ve lived a good life. One that was full of kindness, and generosity. I’ve done everything for everyone. The person said that I should be going to heaven. But the reason I’ve been sent to Hell is, that I don’t believe in the Lord Jesus Christ. The guard told me that I was lucky. So many people have sinned, that they have over populated hell to the brim, and there was no more room left. So I was taken to a big white waiting room. It wasn’t so bad, I knew people there. People I have been friends with for years. They showed me around. There was food, and everything. The only thing that was wrong with the food, it was all sugar free. Sugar free soda, sugar free coffee, and even sugar free pizza. I was curious about how it tasted, because, I’ve never heard of sugar free pizza before. I grab a plate and see that all of the utensils are red, and disposable. Red plates, red cups, and red silverware. The pizza wasn’t bad. It didn’t really taste any different.

An alarm goes off, and I wake up to find that it was a dream. The sugar free pizza idea still lingered in my head. Despite being told the reason I was sent to the dark pit of fire, I refused to change my religion. I’ve always respected Christianity, but I believe what I believe, and I won’t change that.

❤ Maray

Lack of creativity?

I can’t think of anything to write about. Anyone have any subjects for me? Get me back on the ball!!

The meaning of tears.

This is was inspired by a really corny, really short poem I wrote. Hence the reason this has a hint of corny to it

Tears are mysterious things.
They may all look the same,
but tears have many meanings
and reasons for falling.

We all know the sad tears.
They are what we usually think of
when we see someone crying.
We assume they are upset or hurt.
It’s just one of those things
that we’ve been taught to assume
in a cruel world like ours.

But what about those tears
that swell ours eyes with happiness
The kind we get when we are over joyed
to the point that it over flows out of our eyes?
Usually caused by family or friends.
The people that effect us the most

There are those tears that come out
to see what’s so funny
and then laugh along with you
because they agree that the joke is hilarious.

Tears can be caused when we’re afraid.
Being terrified and not knowing
it’s like they come out to investigate
and intimidate the cause.
Like a body’s self defence.

People show tears because they are angry.
or frustration has taken a hold.
You get so worked up
to the point of not being able to hold it in.

Tears can also be a way to communicate
That’s what babies use them for.
It can be a way of expressing one’s self
to someone that speaks a different language.
Tears are universal.

Sometimes food can bring on tears.
whether it be an onion
or one hot tamale.

No matter what tears are
or where they come from
it’s always nice
to have a shoulder to cry on.


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