Come To Me Again

If my trial has ended,
why do your stones still lay at my feet?
My deepest wounds will never heal until their forgotten.
No, always they fester, they ache,
like my broken heart which is bled to near death,
over and over, as I lay in this cold dark place alone.
I had to run from the pitchforks and torches.
Chased away, like a monster…
who once held the hand of a princess.
I still look for her in the moon,
wish for her in my dreams.
Come to me again my love in pardon,
or come to finish me off instead.

Journal Entry # 106 – You’re Not Alone!

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Somedays can be really tough, I know, I have them too. Trust me, hang in there. No matter how dark the fog can get just keep going because when it clears, you’ll see that you weren’t alone and together we’ll all find our way. – Ash

A Mermaid’s Lullaby

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A hill where a mermaid danced,
lay marked by a single stone.
Tales left to imagine,
on the night’s when the harbour’s alone.
The land once rose above her,
to be the brand new sky.
She screams from beneath the ocean,
but no one hears her cry.
Come dance again dear lady,
I feel your song, a boy.
Help me free your spirit,
from this fishermen’s lullaby.

I Can Tell its Home!

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Grant me that yesterday tomorrow.
I want to run again in November rain.
Taste once more, those raindrops.
Pinch me because I’m alive.
Let me feel it to the bone,
that day…
I wore the fog home.
Seagulls bicker,
over drenched catch laid in blood,
but that day, no matter.
T’was Mother Nature’s chore.
All backdrops to my soul
My lungs, they catch up,
though heartbeats have no pace.
One listen to the ocean,
one breath to the shore.
I can tell its home.

Journal Entry # 105 – Focus and Keep Aiming!

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“An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward. When life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means it’s going to launch you into something great. So just focus, and keep aiming” – Unknown

Journal Entry # 104 – Live Life, Not Loss!

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Losing someone in your life hurts. But, what hurts more, is losing yourself over and over because of it. – Ash

Journal Entry # 103 – In My Eyes

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As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.  – Criss Jami

Journal Entry # 102 – Happy New Year!!

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Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. – Carl Jung

Journal Entry # 101 – Merry Christmas!

Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance. Each beautiful, unique, and gone too soon. – Deborah Whipp
(If I can elaborate, enjoy every second.)

Journal Entry # 100 – Cheers You Filthy Animals!

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It’s my 100th Journal Entry post and I am using this perfect opportunity to say thank you. Thanks to my faithful readers, my trusty followers, and my dear friends. It might be the Irish whiskey typing and all single tears aside, but really, where would I be without you? Earth to Ash has been live for almost four years now, and if it weren’t for your extreme loyalty, I would have faded away into obscurity a long long time ago.

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