Journal Entry # 125 – Being Angry is a Waste of Time
Posted on March 7, 2019 Leave a Comment
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’m Broken
Posted on March 6, 2019 Leave a Comment
By the ocean,
before the night.
I broke, from missing you.
Journal Entry # 124 – Worry Fixes Nothing
Posted on March 6, 2019 1 Comment
If something is wrong, fix it now. But train yourself not to worry, worry fixes nothing. — Ernest Hemingway
Tainted Blood
Posted on March 5, 2019 4 Comments
A lonely peer, a doorway.
Most still lay asleep.
Strangers, cloaked as lovers.
Lineup…for the rabbit hole.
They’re smiles, fake, and you know it.
Will, did not lead them here.
All they want is to shower in that devil’s medicine.
Melt and run away.
How can you hold their hand?
Allow their laughter, their play,
to fill an ego until you trick them.
With a lie like the blood is clean.
Journal Entry # 123 – Women Too!
Posted on March 5, 2019 1 Comment
A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Past Eight
Posted on March 4, 2019 Leave a Comment
Whistles silent,
brews stress pinched to the nape.
TV flickers black and white but can’t turn it off.
Frozen mittens dry from the blessed heat,
brings sweat with no one to blame.
Mumbles first, like there’s someone to fight back.
Then, the knee goes,
not worry, just wonder.
Past eight…
…old lady’s not home.
Forgotten Notes
Posted on March 4, 2019 2 Comments
Let me sing to you, my daughter,
so I may make the strings of your heart,
play music that’s in between.
Journal Entry # 122 – Plant Those Trees
Posted on March 4, 2019 6 Comments
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree. – Martin Luther King, Jr.
Am I Write? # 2 – Never Doubt Yourself
Posted on March 3, 2019 2 Comments
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” – Sylvia Plath
The Red Road
Posted on March 2, 2019 8 Comments
I walked a path less travelled,
on a road covered in red.
Evergreens bowed before me,
to welcome back an old soul.
Draped, lonely…in silence.
A still that became my only friend.
There, my worries were sheltered,
protected by a forgotten trail.
That journey became ritual,
to protect me from blended reality.
I ran as soon as the sun would let me,
far away from the stranger who looked just like me.
Ash Douglas