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The Workings of My Mind
The Workings of My Mind
The Workings of My Mind
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Kelly Margaret Kamenski
was born December 6, 1962 in
Bridgeton, New Jersey. She has one
handsome son and one beautiful
daughter. She also has her baby,
Biggie, he is a 100% Papillion and
he is a sweetie.
Kelly had attention-deficit disorder
as a child and as a young woman
was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder
with psychotic features.
The one thing in life she wants the
most is , inner peace.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateApr 8, 2010
ISBN9781453524275
The Workings of My Mind
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Kelly Kamenski

Kelly Margaret Kamenski was born December 6, 1962 in Bridgeton, New Jersey. She has one handsome son and one beautiful daughter. She also has her baby, Biggie, he is a 100% Papillion and he is a sweetie. Kelly had attention-deficit disorder as a child and as a young woman was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder with psychotic features. The one thing in life she wants the most is , inner peace.

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    The Workings of My Mind - Kelly Kamenski

    Copyright © 2010 by Kelly Kamenski.

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    Contents

    I Use to Dream

    Without Parole

    Hatred

    My Little Lost One

    Only an Uncertain Past

    Each Passing Day

    Satisfied

    So Many Lovers

    Holding on For You

    Mind Over Heart

    My Perfect Angel

    Looking Up To You

    Our Time

    Finding Your Way

    Starting Over Again

    Which Way to Go

    Too Blind to See

    How Long Can

    One Remember?

    Blue Sky

    His Phone Calls

    He

    Our Family Trip

    to Cape May

    What is Real and

    What is Not

    No

    Sweet Innocence

    My Son

    Computer

    She Knows Nothing,

    or Does She?

    Last Time

    My First Baby

    The Other Morning

    He Came to Me

    Dislike

    The Other Morning

    He Came to Me

    Who Cares Anymore

    Laughter what’s

    The Point?

    One of Many

    Sleepless Nights

    Birthdays

    Saying Goodbye

    to Someone Special

    Intimidation

    People Who Need

    too Much

    The Fog

    What Poetry Means to Me

    Three Types of Days

    Kelsey

    Restless

    Oh My Goodness

    Inner Peace

    The Wall is So High

    Your Own Opinion

    Some Me Time

    At a Standstill

    A Special Group

    Hearing Things

    Happy Go Lucky

    What is Happiness?

    Death, Sooner or Later

    Two Shy People

    No Emotion

    Emptiness

    Solitude

    Words

    Sincerely

    Older Not Wiser

    Moment Without Worry

    Guide Us

    Missionary Work

    Just Live

    The Way I Feel

    History Between Us

    Black and White

    Leaving My Mark

    I would like to dedicate this

    book to my mom, who passed away

    February 7, 2004 I miss her more

    with each passing day.

    Love always and a day

    Kelly

    I would like to acknowledge my

    family and many friends for their

    support and encouragement in

    helping to make this all possible.

    Thank-you all

    Kelly

    I Use to Dream

    I use to dream that I could fly,

    it felt so real that I believed it so.

    I recall telling all the kids that I could fly,

    five inches from the ground,

    so many seconds in the air.

    I told them all that in my dreams no bad,

    came to me,

    for off to safety I would go.

    I would dream of being so graceful in the sky,

    dancing and have fun,

    racing from place to place.

    Everyone watched and wished that they could fly too.

    I am older now,

    my dream has gone.

    I still wish that I could fly,

    if only five inches from the ground,

    so many seconds in the air.

    Who knows?

    Someday that dream may return.

    Next time it will be more than just a dream.

    Maybe I’ll be an angel,

    flying from cloud to cloud,

    without a care in the world.

    Just like little babies.

    Without Parole

    It seems that I have punished myself

    with life without parole in my head.

    I wish I could close myself down and get

    some real rest.

    If only I could find the key,

    the controlling factor to do that.

    Different things keep

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