I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer. We collect my mum from the care home, take her shopping, and then have afternoon tea together with my sister. The roses looked absolutely stunning and incredibly resplendent; a pink and coral burst of colourful hues. We spend time in reflective silence, just thinking about you. You were taken far too soon, and none of us was ready.

This week there are about 20 different pieces of writing floating around my brain and four of them are actually open in windows on my computer, each in a different state of progress. One is a set of notes on something I am researching. One is resting, and one old project keeps tickling my brain asking for me to return. So, using everything I know about writing a.

The silence of the night awakens my soul. Asymp; Leave a comment. John writes short stories and poetry. I am honored to be his muse for the poem below. Please enjoy, and kindly hit that follow button to welcome John to an awesome community! She types, she flies. Boxed in, blinders on. Automatic responses, with no soul.

Diams; 19 July, 2016. For all the wonderful people who have followed my blog and read my posts over the last three years, I would like to thank you and give you all a very big virtual hug. At the beginning of the year, I started using a Deviant art account I have had for some time but have found my reach to be very limited. I will keep the page open so I can browse the art when I have some time but will not post anything further onto it. Click to share on Goo.

Of the same four walls. When I wished for it full. I grasp another shooting star. And thrust it into my skull. One, two, three, or more. Knife marks in my heart. I step back to the beginning. Defeated, I go back to the start. Shoes off, so I can feel the sand. With only the sound of breeze. On a beach covered in prints. A sole soul is set at ease.

On the Wisdom of Knife Wielding. On the Wisdom of Knife Wielding. And butters her toast;. Travel with us and learn. Why have you done this to me? Jane Mooney wrote to Doris Lessing after reading. A science fiction novel with spiritual overtones and themes. Mooney would later say,. Darkness, Light and Forgiving.

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Many descriptions and quantifiers regarding this wordHonor is not a word. It is a singular way of life. It is without description and not reserved for Military motions. It is not an Executive twirl or a Legislative swirlThough legal twist and turns, it is not a Judicial term. Honor is a simple way of Life. The most heroic word in all languages is Revolution. Please remember that a Police. Have forgotten with whom they once danced and from where their wort.