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Such an endless, discouraging direction. Life is a forward march. What I thought was over,. Tapped me on the shoulder,. Falling like a boulder,. Fair Illusion, we are over,. Remember, I turned my shoulder,. With sights straight, two steps over,. I sigh on my own made shoulder. I round you, Boulder,.

Short stories,poems, design thinking. I like the night air ,for it tells me a story. I can build a mansion higher than dreams. Now I can touch my life and light. When light shines through the trees. A deep melancoly settles deep inside my heart. When its gold and green. Catch it if you can for. When we break our heart. Yet in the end even if nothing is in perfection.

I like my coffee black. I enjoy warm red wine from a tumbler. Glass stems make me nervous. Is the voice you may speak to me in. A guitar and banjo have held up a wall. When the piano cries for attention,. My mother has a beautiful voice. But I often feel fortunate.

Some bitter, Some sweet and everything in between. Every once in a while. Of the canvas with rainbow colors. Which we paint, so dearly. Give it a look; a chance. I know I have to learn it but, every time you begin to fade away, it causes my heart to flutter.

Poem Pigeon was the first website for poets that I joined. Some strange ones, too but I like focusing on the positive. So now, my friends, I return to my poetic relief and get back to enjoying writing poetry.

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I invite my readers to follow me on my writing journey. Welcome to the Thoughts of Ana P. Welcome to the Thoughts of Ana P. Our flaws make us human. We are persons because we have flaws. A journey without the human weakness is a nonexistent road. And the writer is a secret child playing with words or a lunatic hearing plenty of voices. A beautiful sky in the High Desert. Being Rude Is Easier Than Being Nice.

Some memories are knocked out by ether, suddenly, inexplicably like death. But there are those which hold on like kites, stubbornly clinging on meshed fence despite pressured wind, rain or snow. She was nine years old when she ran through the night in terror, thinking her mother was dead. It had been the worst fight yet. Sometimes the pain is unyielding,. Chasing ghosts at midnight, i.

Quarter of a Year in.