Journal Entry # 128 – You Can Do Anything

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All the power is within you. You can do anything. – Swami Vivekananda

Maybe Tomorrow…

Late at night, when it’s just me and the moon.
We both pray you’ll return with the sun.

I’m Broken

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By the ocean,
before the night.
I broke, from missing you.

Journal Entry # 123 – Women Too!

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A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Past Eight

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

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

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Lonely Heart

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It barely even beats.
Doesn’t matter though, now.

Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.

I tired of being wrong.

Journal Entry # 120 – Where’s The Colour?

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Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is. – Atticus

Journal Entry # 119 – If I Think It, It Will Come!

You fail only if you stop writing. – Ray Bradbury

All the power is within you. You can do anything. – Swami Vivekananda

Share this:

Late at night, when it’s just me and the moon. We both pray you’ll return with the sun.

Share this:

By the ocean, before the night. I broke, from missing you.

Share this:

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Share this:

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.

Share this:

Let me sing to you, my daughter, so I may make the strings of your heart, play music that’s in between.

Share this:

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Share this:

It barely even beats. Doesn’t matter though, now. Given this heart… only to stare at strangers, thinking that for a life’s blink, that stranger could have been you.

I tired of being wrong.

Share this:

Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is. – Atticus

Share this:

You fail only if you stop writing. – Ray Bradbury

Share this:

Late at night, when it’s just me and the moon.
We both pray you’ll return with the sun.

By the ocean,
before the night.
I broke, from missing you.

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…

Let me sing to you, my daughter,
so I may make the strings of your heart,
play music that’s in between.

It barely even beats.
Doesn’t matter though, now.

Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.