THE END

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Just when you think it’s safe

to leave your bedroom.

When the howling and chanting

have subsided.

Your foot hits the floor.

It’s not over.

THE END

THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold firm with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before the night ends, shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time,

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high. 

THE SEARCH

THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,
Light shining from a great height,
Searching until morning light.
We hold strong with all our might
That we find what we’re searching for,
Before night ends and shuts its door.
We need to find her before it’s too late.
We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.
A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.
It must be her alone in the park.
The light shines on her pretty face.
She sees us and picks up her pace.
She is crying and laughing at the same time.
A perfect ending to this story of mine.

HARD CHOICES

Hard choices.
Which one to choose?
Both lead to darkness
and despair.
Some decisions don’t
offer happy endings.
But we are forced to choose.
Which one?
What to do?
Such is life.
Close your eyes and pick one.
Happy trails.

A BOOK

A book will have blank pages
unless you write in it.
It needs to hear you inner
thoughts and desires.
It needs to follow a story,
a path to an ending.
Characters to fill the pages.
Words to brighten the pages
from black to white.
Words that can be shared by all.