Poetry

Separation Anxiety (A Poem)

Looking forward

His hand in mine

And I’m soaring

But I feel that slight

Tug at my heel

As I look back at the past

I look back at the relationships

That ultimately must change

And I feel my wings flutter and fold

Struggling to stay

airborne.

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Poetry

Waiting (A Poem)

I’m waiting

For you

For a blue sky

Reflected on an azure lake

I’m waiting for you

For a walk down the aisle

Lined with pale pink petals

And rusted lanterns

With flickering lights

I’m waiting

For you

For the first dance as you

Swirl me about the wooden floor

As layers of lace and tule

Twirl about our bodies

I’m waiting

For the words

That proclaim our everlasting love

For the kiss

That seals our dedication

For the tearful send-offs

And then

Dimmed

Lights.

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Poetry

A Wrong Diagnosis

A prognosis of three years

That turned into three months

That changed to three weeks

Ended Abruptly.

This month would have been my Papa’s birthday and his wedding anniversary. I miss him so much.

Love you Papa.

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Poetry

Rising

Wounded

I am wounded.

Pierced by words

That impale, sharp as glass.

Fractured

My confidence is factured.

Struck by phrases

That strike, hard as a hammer

Rise.

I will rise.

A Phoenix

Still smoldering and covered

In my own ashes of defeat

I will

Rise.

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Poetry, Uncategorized

We Build Up These Walls Between Us

Brick by brick, the wall rises and looms

Didn’t we just tear it down?

Mortar, brick, stone, gravel, and dirt

Piled on top, higher and higher

Building the wall back up

Didn’t we just tear it down?

Why is it that every time we clear the rubble,

Every time we can finally reach each other across no-man’s land,

When our hands can finally touch,

Why is it, then, that you decide to start rebuilding

Your damn wall?

And why is it every time the wall is rebuilt that you call for my help to tear it down?

And why am I pulling on my gloves?

Why am I grabbing my shovel?

Why am I so willing to break my bones and see my blood run

Just to help tear down a wall

That you will just rebuild?

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Poetry

Again

I cried again for you today

She didn’t know, you see?

She didn’t realize that you had passed.

So I had to talk about you again

About your pain and your passing

And I cried again

But I cry for me, not you,

And I cried less today then I did the time before

So maybe the next time

I’ll cry even less.

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Writing Tips

Five Common Reasons Behind Writer’s Block

There are several reasons why authors and poets may find themselves face-to-faced with that notorious villain known as “Writer’s Block.” Writer’s Block can last for a couple of minutes, a couple of hours, a couple of days, or even months.

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Here are some various reasons why people might face writer’s block:

  • Lack of Time to Write – trying to find time in our busy schedules can sometimes feel impossible. Many of us do not make money from our writing and so we have to sacrifice our time by going to school or work or elsewhere.
  • Sickness – we all get it. Some of us are lucky to only catch colds or flus while some of us struggle from chronic sickness and lethargy.
  • Lack of Creativity – it’s happened to every writer I know. Sometimes our well of creativity simply dries up without rhyme or reason, but that does not mean that we don’t continue to try.
  • Work – as I mentioned before. For many of us, writing is not our job. Also, for some of us, we are split between our love for writing and the enjoyment we find in our jobs.
  • Home Responsibilities – are you a parent? A sister? A brother? A spouse? An aunt? An uncle? A child? Whoever you are, I’m going to bet that you have some form or another of responsibilities at home that tug on your time and attention.

For one reason or another, writers will almost always hit that inevitable wall.

Wall

The first step to overcoming Writer’s Block comes from the need to discover why the writer is blocked in the first place. Once you have establish the why you can work on the how to move forward. Over the next few weeks, I plan on addressing each of these concerns (as listed above) with some tips and tricks on how to combat writer’s block. You won’t want to miss this!

Which of the above reasons do you struggle with the most? Be sure to leave your comments below!

Happy Writing!

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Poetry

Let it Rain.

Just fall.

Condense, collapse

Pour down on me

Let it rain

Let it fall from the skies

Sheets, Buckets, Torrents

Of rain that blind my sight

That drowns out my hearing

That suffocates my breathing

Grey skies that darken, that roll, that rumble

Wind that howls and whips my hair into a frenzy

Fist-sized pellets of rain that sting my skin and eyes

Let it fall

Let it rain

Let it come down on me

Until I’m struggling, gasping, begging

For air.

There is a storm inside of me.

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

For a blue sky.

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Poetry

The Five Stages: Acceptance

Is it surrender or acceptance that I feel?

When I know your gone, but I wish it wasn’t real?

When I walk in your home, and wish to see your face?

When there is an emptiness, a void, that cannot be replaced?

 

Have I accepted that you are truly gone?

Does going to work mean that I have moved on?

Have I accepted that the world has changed?

That our lives have now and forever been re-arranged?

 

Have I reached acceptance?

That mysterious fifth and final stage?

 

I accept and believe that this is not the end

I accept and believe that I will one day see you again

Side-by-side-by-side, our family will reunite in Heaven

Side-by-side with Christ, who has rescued and forgiven.

 

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Poetry

Do You Want to Know What Love Is

Love is fifty plus years of marriage

Coming to a close in a room

At home while he lies

In a hospital bed

Love is how she dotes on him

Rubbing lotion in small

Circles on his skin and

Carmex on his lips

Love is how she helps to change

him and squirt water on

His dry tongue, doing

Whatever she can

Love is how he sometimes seems

To recognize her face, to touch

Her cheek with shaking fingers

And although he can no longer

Speak, his eyes show the love

And admiration he has

For the woman by his bedside.

That is love.