Amble

The wolf howls at The complete Moon Endlessly. Soon the Morning Comes along with its Sun And the howling is No more. The wolf paces A few times Before leaving Disappointed That the Moon Is gone, But discovers he is Excited For the Next Completely full moon To come Again.

All the times we had together, All the memories, You lost them all. I remember. The good and Bad times, The easy and The hard, Those memories haunt my mind. We may be in different worlds Now, But before we go our Separate ways, My last request is a kiss; The final kiss that will set me Free And haunt You. Do not be afraid, It will be quick, I promise you. I will be on my way soon enough, While you can just go on Living, Forgetting, Not remembering Me.

We've all had it, it's the enemy of a writer, and it's called Writers Block. Writers block may seem to be hard to get rid of, but here are some suggestions to help you get back on your piece of writing. * Where are you writing? I prefer to be with my pen,notebook, ipod and artwork that give me inspiration. I made a little room in my closest that I can just close off and have my space just for a little while. Maybe you like to be outside, where you can describe what your feeling and what your surroundings are. Or in the midst of a cafe downtown- just find that special place that you can go to at least once a week and focus on your writing. *

Across the ocean blue, The sun setting and saying adieu. I sit on the ocean sand, Thinking of my dreamland. I wish to never come back to reality, The life where everything is Chancy. Though I know I must, It's hard to adjust, to my new life, that feels like a slight fight. No more is the old me, This is the new me, that is free from the struggle and strife from the old life. I'm on my own now, That allows me to do anything. I set sail, to the destination, that is as straight as a trail. Good bye to the old me, hello to the new me, that's as free as the stars in the night sky.

The golden willows leaves are swaying in the breeze. it shimmers in the bright sunlight, and glows at the night. when it rains it fades, fades, fades away. My yard is no more cheerful. but sad and droopy. when the sun is up, so is the willow. The golden willow disappears in the night along with everything else.

            Lying on the cold and hard floor awakes me. I blink several times and still cannot adjust to this extreme darkness. My body forces me to get up from the floors rock-like feature. I stretch my now tense body. My memory fails me of remembering how I got here. That scares me. Usually I can remember everything and, practically, everything. But not now. That's unnerving.                           Where am I?I think to myself.    

Dance And sing, As the rain Falls gracefully To the Earth’s green grass. Making music with an Instrument each of us have Inside ourselves waiting to seep Out. Twirling on what seems like thin air. As the dew dazzles on the wet soil, the clouds roll Away Leaving me with wonder and content.

I sit Waiting, Wondering what will happen No one comes. Motionless And Unaware Thinking Meaningless Thoughts. I hear footsteps That bring me back to Reality I stand And Prepare Myself he doesn't knock, Just Walks in. A smile comes swiftly Across his face. I run To him. My hands go through His Jet Black Hair. A feeling of satisfaction Goes through my body The one I Love Finally here, His arms around me.