The void feeling that makes a person eager and thirsty for some excitement. A young writer like myself would take my laptop and dash away at the keyboard, loosing myself slowly and immersing my entire subconscious into the dim screen. Moments after and the feeling disappears like it was never there. Submerging into my fiction world was all it took and what it always takes.

A faithful wife of thirty years,

My brother, the last of my childhood family, I hold dear.

My sons, in whom, I am so very proud.

My marriage, in which I am strictly vowed.

My new daughter who is bright as the day.

My new grandson who is on the way.

I have suffered, I have loss.

Yet I continue to kneel at the cross.

The people I love; that I hold dear,

Continue sustainment throughout the years.

My advise is simple and strait to speak of;

Hold fast to all of those that you love.

one Thanksgiving

I was given a piece

of paper

asked

to write

what I am grateful for

I wrote down

I am thankful

for the gravy on

these mashed potatoes

crumpled it up

and stuffed it

in the middle

of the perfect

white mounds

thankful for nothing

feeling alone and bitter

then I dumped salt on them

and like a wound

it only hurt more for it

We talked for the first time.

Each challenged the other

to be better, without

tearing each other down.

My hope is that we can

stay the course and be friends.

Hi guys!!!

I know.

I said that I would only be gone for the summer and be back in the fall.

But then…life happened!!!

At present I’m assisting my aunt with her three kids under 1, and between bottles, diapers and dishes, I haven’t really found the time to write.

But I promise to start writing on here again someday! Maybe next year I’ll get back on track. :)

(I flatter myself by believing many here miss me. :P)

I do check on here for certain people’s writing on a regular basis.

(Hope4ever, lamagoofball, and RosemarieThorn in particular.)

To keep you entertained while you wait, here is a excerpt from my story I’m writing!

The dark figure crept along the rocky shore. The beach was deserted and the sun had set. The figure darted between boulders and went around a corner. There shadowy sails were outlined against the skyline. The man slunk on the beach alongside the ship and called in a low voice. After receiving a muffled reply, he swam out to the ship. A lantern was held out over the side and a rope ladder dropped down with a soft splash. The man climbed aboard and the murmur of voices could be heard. Then the lantern was extinguished, but not before the flag flying high above the ship showed the pattern of the skull and crossbones.

’til we meet again!!!!

Maybe start writing poetry off the tip of my mind

Or reminisce about the past I have left behind

Maybe make bookmarks out of newspapers cutouts

Or have an argument with a friend to clear doubts

Maybe listen to acoustic guitar versions of popular songs

Or finally return something I stole to whom it belongs

Maybe draw sketches of anime or manga characters

Or make a mental list of my favorite Hollywood actors

But I Could Always

Just Write A Haiku About

Literally Nothing