Yes, more writing coming your way very soon. Story time with Alex and John will be updated tomorrow, sorry for the Holiday delay.
Taking a Different Route for the New Year
My birthday happens to fall on the final day of the year; it is a great time for me to enjoy the successes I have achieved over the past twelve months. The last year has been a very important one for me, but I cannot simply enjoy what I have done because there is so much left for me to do. I am energized, excited and ready to attack the new year with my writing.
The following is a response poem to Robert Frost’s Road Not Taken to describe my path for 2013:
Does it only happen once
Will I really only get one, single
Chance?
I will not, cannot, believe it.
Each day I will look down both of those paths,
I will contemplate them, stare them down.
Each day I will make the choice.
It may not be the best choice,
It may be the easy choice,
It could be the worst choice,
But I will try again.
I do know how it will end,
It will be my own path,
A path no one else dared to wonder down,
And,
It will make all the difference.
My Lock
Should I feel ashamed it was bought by me?
For Me.
No one holds the key to this lock,
The shine is gone; the wear from use.
Cherished, Tarnished, Personal.
Maybe one day he will appear,
The relationship built strong.
Maybe one day he will,
walk in my door.
Maybe I will inspire him,
to walk into theirs.
Until then I will flourish,
Maybe.
A Very Cozy Friday
The temperatures are dropping, the end of the year is coming and all I want to do is curl up in front of a nice warm fire-place and let my book take me away. In beautiful Colorado it has yet to hit above 32 degrees this week and while I love the beauty of winter I get tired of the constant shiver when the cold is not interrupted by the usual sunshine. It is time for a final dose reading and relaxation before a new, exciting and action packed year begins. Happy Friday Everyone!
Said No One
I have found myself engaged in so many books lately that I have not been writing nearly enough. 🙂
Simplicity 5
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It fractures in the deep cold,
Confidence wavers,
Breathe, another chance awaits.
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New Opportunities
I find great enjoyment in reading books and knowing what to expect of them. Everyday I find something new and different when I cruise through the internet, the WordPress reader being a prime example.
Friday Greetings
The Holidays and the end of the year are coming and personally I could not be more pleased. A lot of great things have happened in 2012, this blog and all of your support being one of them. I just want to say Happy Holidays this Friday to all of my followers, thank you for all of your support.
Also how great is this tree for an alternative idea to a real tree, don’t know if I could ever go without the smell of a real evergreen in my house but I might be willing to risk it.
Huzzah The End is Coming
It seems to be everywhere, whether they are serious or not people are wondering, just wondering if today is the final day? I personally think we have plenty of time left, perhaps even too much, but I respect both sides of the argument. I did come across some of my writings from earlier this year and thought that they were applicable whether or not it rains fire tomorrow. Enjoy!
“Going forward does not always mean progress but going backwards is always regressive”- A
“Today like every other day is absolutely unique; how will you make it extraordinary?”- A
“The past and the future constantly mingle in a dance and no one person is privy to lessons”- A
Looking for Answers
Patience, patience had become John’s greatest virtue. No matter how many times he cleaned, cooked, or begged Alex had not relented. It took two weeks for her to finally give in and utter a complete sentence in John’s direction.
Alex knew she was being absurd, she knew she had overreacted to his friendly teasing. She knew that it had been extreme to dump all that water all over him. Alex was well aware that not speaking to him for two weeks while they shared an apartment was borderline cruel. But in the end she found she couldn’t help herself, she was hurt. So very hurt with no idea as to why it had hurt, much less how she could go about expressing it.
Today Alex had spoken to him, her best friend, she couldn’t remember the last time she had gone that long without speaking to him.
As she sat alone in her room in utter silence she understood she needed to find the answer, what made it hurt so much?
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 