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Journal Entry # 144 – Someday, It’ll be Too Late
Posted on April 22, 2019 Leave a Comment
If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. – Pablo Neruda
Journal Entry # 143 – Another Trip Around the Sun!
Posted on April 21, 2019 Leave a Comment
In youth, we learn. In age, we understand. – Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach
Journal Entry # 142 – Hey look…it’s Poppy!!!
Posted on April 19, 2019 5 Comments
Happiness is a warm puppy – Charle Shultz
Salty Secret
Posted on April 15, 2019 4 Comments
Where were the tears that day? Our loss must have voided my heart. Each time I taunted with emotion, my soul would squeeze even tighter. Then, past a wet wind’s gale. I saw your empty face. It was the key that finally broke me. So…I ran to the salty sea. Broke free from this ransom. […]
Journal Entry # 141 – We Must Believe!
Posted on April 15, 2019 2 Comments
Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained. – Marie Curie
Safe Place
Posted on April 13, 2019 2 Comments
My throne upon wet stones. Waves crashing making me get lost. Howls of violence outside stop me dead in almost silence. No one would follow me to where I could go. Time, I banished. Seconds…minutes…hours, the same to me. Still, it fought back with the tides. Afraid the ocean will swallow. Strangle and take. I […]
Last Call From Beyond
Posted on April 12, 2019 5 Comments
There was an alone never felt before. The night giving way to the morning. I watched the mist dance. Skin crawling from a day’s long. As I sat paralyzed thinking every story was true. Struck four and I heard a song. Like something needed me in the flesh. To watch them dance and sing. Share […]
Journal Entry # 140 – Quiet The Mind!
Posted on April 12, 2019 2 Comments
Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak. – Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati
Grave Turn
Posted on April 11, 2019 2 Comments
I’ll stand that day, at the foot of your grave. Just past the last of those who cared. My presence will be for a moment, give a second for each stolen year. A prayer, I will bring only one. Cold eulogy from a son. Not because I have lost you. No…because I have forgotten you.
Wilting Love
Posted on April 9, 2019 7 Comments
I held the prettiest flower this morning. It reminded me of you. Sadly, it too had been plucked from its roots.
Ash Douglas