If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read alot and write a lot. There’s no way around these two things that I’m aware of, no shortcut.
Stephen king, On Writing
Step 1 – Set up writing area
Step 2 – One hour of reading and two hours of writing
Under my bare feet
Rough words wear away like wood
As we turn to dust
Lost and Found
1. Your right to wrong
2. The dream hidden
3. The nightmare no one hears
4. Believing everything is possible for someone else
5. Unknown resistance
6. Morning lists
7. Here and now
8. Free will
9. None of the above
10. Never speak the secret
Then …
Just when you have it all figured out, it will fall apart
Again
And you don’t even care
Stay in bed until noon
Skip the funeral for ice cream
It isn’t that bad
The trick is to disappear when no one is looking
It’s easy
Cover your eyes
And disappear
forget to call back
Forgive and forget to hate them forever
Watch the river twist and turn over
Carrying the past away
Sometimes running into an old friend feels exactly like running into an old enemy. And sometimes running into an old enemy feels like running into an old friend, because things just change, or just because.
The trick
Is to not overthink the obvious
Sometimes the secret fear is real and it doesn’t even matter
Turns out
being a princess is overrated
Tomorrow I will take the skies
The Phoenix from the fire
But today you win
Ashes Ashes
You win Ashes
Under your feet
Turn on the TV
Sit back and relax
Your world is Ash
The light here has its own ambition
To light the world
And the hearts of men
But only in the day
Call it fickle
One day
A blazing glory
One day
Hiding behind every dark cloud
But I have learned to grasp the ever changing light
To rest in night
Whisper in shadows
And my view
Perspective
Has slowed
As the light fades
Across the sky
Wisdom sings another chorus
Out of the blue
That song stuck in my head
I sit in the eagles nest
Watching
Waiting
As the sky opens
And the shadows dance in the grand chasm below
A million years of stone layers split
To reveal my past lives
And I still wait
Another day
Wash, rinse, repeat
Failure, disappointment, and yet the days pass
Hope lights the morning sky
but with it anxiety
that it will just be another day
another day of oppression
another day of failure
just another day
but hopeful that this new dawn will bring a new day
Squirrels must still play
As crows soar through the grey sky
With dancing snowflakes
Two thousand fourteen
In shark infested water
There is no perfect
To new beginnings
Procrastinated for sleep
Awakened in dreams
Forgetful
I wish
I had
Oh …
I did
I wish you had
Oh …
You did
Then we forgot
And …
