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Am I Write? # 23 – Write This Second

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If you get an idea, take a second and record it. By whatever means necessary. Because I bet the last time you got inspired, you figured you’d remember your creative thought, you didn’t, and now you hate yourself for it. A jot can become a lot, just write. – Ash

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Dances with the Devil

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In the hours where most sleep 
I sit in a purple lit booth 
something beautiful catches eyes as they adjust 
neon lights flicker as it dances…I watch
soft music plays the soundtrack of inhibitions leaving 
fake smoke to cloud judgement so what is seen is seen 
what is felt is felt
the night, the morning, make love to born a single time 
where mistakes are suppressed by the high of letting go  
bartenders, over there gossip, whisper, and glare  
still tolerant of these patron games
but only until the last tip 
nothing good comes of the hours between night and day 
it is where fantasies live in the moment 
and shadows hide the truths of deception 
for the thrill of finding places that the world forgets about
are games played by strangers in pass
with lost souls, bruised hearts,
and access to the wrong medicine
 

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So Long, it’s Killing Me Too – The Red Journal

Hey everyone,

It excites me to write that I have something coming down the pipeline with regards to my series “The Red Journal”. I hit a wall with this project an embarrassing long time ago on account of losing my confidence in the story. But, short and sweet, and no bullsh*t excuses. The Red Journal is back in my “works in progress”.

Also, I’m planning a relaunch of the designated page to get everyone up to speed and on the same well…page. So, hang tight, and soon enough we will all be getting another chance to delve back into the lives of Det. Sarah Wilson, Det. Ethan Frost, supporting cast, and the still unknown killer. Someone who has taken quite the shine to Det. Wilson and there is not one single clue to determine why.

Stay tuned for the next chapter in my killer story that’s literally “in the making”. As in, I am making it up as I go…

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Journal Entry # 227 – I Staged this Photo

There is nothing like keeping a deja vu in your back pocket. Easily triggered by the stimulus that surrounds you. Today, a walk to the edge of the harbour and my whole life flashed back. All it took was the smell of saltwater, the touch of a rains mist, and wonderful memories came flooding back as strong as the approaching tide. A picture is wharf a thousand words. – Ash

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A Shade of Ash # 17 – Loss Has An Impact

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Losing someone in your life that is still out there is like falling continuously and never hitting the ground. But, all you can feel is the impact. – Ash

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A Shade of Ash # 16 – A Thought in Passing

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Farewell my uncle. I never knew you, but I will never forget you. Life has a strange way of displacing what could have been. Death has taught me this. – Ash

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Days In Our Lives Together

ONE DAY IN OUR LIVES TOGETHER

I was with you for a while
every one of those moments I playback when I think of you
when my heart is calling out for yours to hear
your skin a shade of an angel
hair…I remember its smell tucked close under my chin
when you smiled the whole world became happy
and those eyes
they kept exploding my heart stretching it with love
you are the best thing that ever happened to me
a day that changed my life
so beautiful and full of hope…and my daughter
our bond and made up language only ours
will be forever
your laughter is what I hear the most, only it grows faint
those days I miss you so much it kills me a little bit more
reminds me how I am living with an empty heart
with a box full of memories
slowly losing what it feels like to have a pulse
as the pages of my mind bleed ink
disappearing the days of our lives together
all I have left are these words to keep going