Journal Entry # 175 – Alone But Inspired By So Much

Without great solitude, no serious work is possible. – Pablo Picasso

Virus

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I’m looking around,
at him, at her, at them
mad, confused…mostly scared
of something that may not even be there
and all I can think about is you

Weakness (Haiku)

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Under this street light
pouring down rain in the cold
alone, and done wrong

Journal Entry # 172 – You Got This

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When you doubt yourself, you contradict the value you already possess. You’ve come this far, you’ve made it halfway. So, why stop? You got this! Remember, you can achieve anything for no other reason than because it’s you and you will. – Ash

My Heart in a Bottle

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Like a bottle in a vast ocean…I’m drifting
further and further from your beautiful shore, I float
my body breaking against violent waves
which pull me far far from the horizon
alone, I wade, no one around to hear me
for the longest days…the darkest of nights,

Oh, how I’ve prayed to be rescued
pulled ashore only by your hand
chipped and weathered
most of me empty,

nothing left but a note
two words I’ve carried with me for so long
hoping someday my message would reach you
fall from your lips and into your broken heart

I’m sorry

Journal Entry # 162 – The Holidays Are Coming!

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Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. – Edith Sitwell

A Shade of Ash # 4 – This Berry Moment

Hey everybody,

Well, well, well…look who it is? I’m sorry, I truly am, please forgive me as real life is a distraction to kill all creativity. Yup, this past week, ah…nutzo, once again. But hey? I survived, I’m here, and I’m ready to share with you lovely folks another Shade of Ash. This time, inspired by a walk. A walk I took yesterday in the foggy mist which got me thinking.

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What Does it Call For Tomorrow

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the ocean called out for me today
its salt carried to my lips by a piercing wind
a message kept from a childhood forgotten

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Rose From The Ash

I remember first being cold
alone, outside and in
my eyes sore, drained
pinched red

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Journal Entry # 155 – See, He Gets Me!

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. – Stacia Tauscher