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Journal Entry # 216 – Flowers Picked From A Garden

I miss you every day of my life. Today was no different. Maybe tomorrow will be. – Dad

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Journal Entry # 215 – Our Life Story

We can’t carry on with the story of our lives without finishing all the chapters. No matter how some of them ended. – Ash

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Soiled

Like a flower starvingI long for your lighta drop of youreplenish meor…leave me to wilt

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Unfather’s Day

Today, I don’t want to exist.Tomorrow is fine, but not today.Today, I don’t deserve anything. I hate the happiness, I hate the gift ideas.I hate the attempts to cheer me up from friends and family.I hate cards, I hate phone calls, I hate the internet.I hate robbing my stepfather from his day, I’m so damn […]

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Journal Entry # 187 – It’s Hard When The Scars Still Remind Me

To heal a wound you must stop scratching it. – Paulo Coelho

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A Shade of Ash # 6 – Why does the happiest day of my life keep breaking my heart?

I tried again today as I have tried so many times since the last heartstring that bound us severed. For a split-second, I got to hear your voice. For a split-second, I thought you would listen to mine. It was the longest pause yet…trust me, I know. So, Ashton, I guess it’s another “Happy Birthday” […]

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Unbroken

Dead of winteras the winds howlI’m still out there searching for youfootprints quickly coverforgetting how far I’ve comemy hands, no longer feelmy breath, stolenmy eyes, blinded by this stormmy heart, almost emptymy will…unbroken

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PublAshed

Hey all, I wanted to drop in and let you all know that one of my most recent poems has been published on Spillwords. It’s live as of today. I submitted it a little while ago, they liked it, and informed me last week of their intention to share it for their own audience. It […]

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Journal Entry # 157 – My Daughter Read a Text From Me!

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. РAristotle 

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Just a Monday Moment

Admiring you from afar is like staring at the stars; beautiful to look at, yet too hard to reach.

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