You stood on the other side
Tucked behind your shadow
I was wicked
For you, for me, for life
Decrepit deceit runs
Long in my blood
Bestowed upon me
As the child of a demon
Bestowed upon me
As a soul of the damned
Where was my light, my splendor, my wonder
You reached out, dared to touch me
We stared and smiled
Silent and begging
Hopeless and wanting
We wanted to pull away
Instead, we burned
Turned to ashes
We started anew
Today is the day!
Blustery and beautiful
Everything in bloom
There’s no need to fret
With all the sun and the wet
April, then sweet May
Spring is in the air
On National Haiku Day
Inhale then smile
Luminescent flame; nightly deranged
Sequel in my skin
Where do I begin?
My eyes pierce the glow; heaven unfolds
And just like that
My dreams are here
Like water in the wheel
The vibration consumes me; damp earth, infectious
No one could feel the sting; save for my luminescent heart
That’s just how it goes sometimes…
I love exploring different towns… especially those with old, dilapidated buildings and ancient cemeteries. These are the places that speak to me and help me to feel inner peace. These are also places that spark new stories in my mind. My editor has my current novel and I will be starting a new one in May. I’m in the process of narrowing down the town.
It will take place in Pennsylvania.
I’m not sure why it is places like these that get into my soul and move me to place myself mentally in the olden days of minimal technology and maximum open space. But I love it.
One of my dreams is to buy a kick-ass RV and travel around the country with my husband and cat, exploring the back roads of America. It’s going to happen. 🙂
Have a great day, folks!
Do you explore your world? How about places around you? I want to hear about it! 🙂
Live your life. ❤
I got a message the other day
It plainly said they took you away
You told me you were innocent
This was a crime you did not commit
I had frantic hope that this was true
But then I learned the painful truth
There’s so much I wish I could change
Things that I would rearrange
But all we have is the right now
And we’ll make it through this somehow
A bright and lonely threshold
Stepping through the light
Bend to the righteous
I can see through you
via Daily Prompt: Premonition
What does it take to change? I mean, think about it. If everything was great all the time, where would be the incentive to do anything different? If life didn’t get uncomfortable sometimes, we would just wallow in mediocrity.
How many times have you been provoked into change? And would you have changed anything if you weren’t provoked? Think about it. People say, “why do bad things happen?” I believe most bad things happen because it’s the only way to get us to change, move, leave or stay.
I made up my mind about two memoirs I will write. The first one is about my journey through the last year of my addiction. It was pretty gruesome. I was provoked into sobriety because life became so unbearable. I lost everything. I have already written half of it in my ‘life story’ that my psychic advisor told me to write.
The other one is the one about the Wagon Wheel after getting kicked out of my psycho in-law’s house. A part of this is also in my ‘life story’ that I have written. In that story, I was hassled into staying in an already dead-end marriage because I had two children and was pregnant with a third. Throw in a crack head husband who steals pallets to make a living along with living in a hotel room above a seedy bar, and I think we have a story.
Writing down my regurgitated thoughts is the easy part. It’s like writing a grocery list or a step by step on how to boil water. Easy Peasy. For me, the editing is the hard part. I have no problem writing, “I wasn’t sure if it was the smell of the dead skunk outside the window or the fact that I was sitting in a puddle of my own blood that woke me up, but whatever it was it ignited a spark in me. A spark that something had to give.”
But how do I make that pop? How do I make that really jump off the page? That’s where the work comes in. And that is where I’m at right now. April 1st is when I send my polished fiction novel to my editor. And April 1st is when I start breaking down my memoir.
Are you working on anything?
Peace and love my friends. ❤