Category: #amwriting

Drown Me

drown
I can no longer hold my breath.
I rather drown, then wade in false hope.
You’ve given me every emotion I’m capable of,
I’ve fallen hard, so many times.
How do I keep going? How am I still just suppose?
I shout and shout, forgive me,
across this universe
…only to be a ghost.
You’re not me,
no you’re not.
You still can’t say…
…father.

Ashback # 6 – Time Together!

fred,lloyd,albert and ashleyChristmas is a day that holds all time together – Alexander Smith

Journal Entry # 99 – Fill Your Heart!

atmosphere branch cold dark

Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity. – Novala Takemoto

Journal Entry # 98 – It’s in the Heart!

DSC_0353“He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.” ―Roy L. Smith

*P.S. That’s our tree for Christmas 2018. Can you find my ornament? Where and what is it?

Journal Entry # 97 – Make a Life!

christmas home house light

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. – Norman MacEwan

Journal Entry # 96 – Appreciate the Beauty!

close up cold frost ice“To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.”      – Aristotle

Moonlight to Morning

astronomy cosmos crater lake national park dawn

I remember nights that seemed only for me.
Everything still, silent…time fixed.
I sat by shore, lost in its wake.
Watched as mossy moorings danced in captivate.
The moonlight stretched my little port, reaching for tomorrow,
maybe running from yesterday.
A lull of loneliness, like a blanket.
Protects me from exposure.
Suspended in salty bliss,
I bid good morn to the sun.

Journal Entry # 95 – Tis the Season to be Kind!

abstract blur branch christmas

Kindness is like snow, it beautifies everything it covers. – Kahlil Gibran

A Ways From Anywhere

green pine trees covered with fogs under white sky during daytime

wintery winds howl
calling a bluff
the sky’s story turns dark
when only halfway
each of my breaths
more and more breath
they followed in dance
but leave me too
to chase drifts that whistle
and those raw gales…
God, to the bone
the forest taunts
I hear the scratching
slowing motion, I’m straight into fear,
hopeless and alone
I beg the moon a bond

Journal Entry # 94 – Winter Has Come!!

photography of trees covered with snow

“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones