‘I wish I had never let go.’ Of the creativity, The wonder, The joys of childhood.

I wish I had never let go, Of the imagination Of building forts And pretending the floor is lava.

Time stole it all With each passing year. A little creativity, A little wonder, A little imagination Snuffed out.

Replaced with the “joys” of adulthood.

Ha! What a laugh.

I wish I had never leg go. Because now It’s hard to get back.

When your mind is filled with turmoil, Or your anger is set ablaze And the only thing that you can do is Fume and glare with craze.

Deep breaths take up far more space than silence. You calm with each inhale. Expel the anger built inside you, And know it shan’t prevail.

My dog, Balloo, is very large. He sometimes thinks he is in charge. But mostly, he just wants to play And go outside every day.

Art is expression You can create anything And nothing is wrong

Perfection is naught Creativity is broad You can do no wrong

Sculpture is beauty Molding the earth in your hands Gives one great pleasure.

As I sit here and sip my tea I glance upon my phone No texts or messages for me. I kind of feel alone.

I look outside my window And thus, begin to ponder. What could my friends be doing? And I experience sonder.

We all have things we have to do Have our own families We cannot always come through At any time we please.

The things we must prioritize, Keep us from each other. If that’s the case, It’s always nice To make plans with one another.

At times the plans get canceled. But please, dear one, don’t fret. We each live our own complex lives, It’s best to not forget.

So I have been thinking about writing a book for years and instead of just wanting to write it…I am going to try to take action and actually start writing it. However…. I get serious writers block because the negative voice in my head tells me it isn’t going to be good enough and I want to punch that bitch in the face. Lol.

Anyway…

An idea I had a while ago that I have just been sitting on (because I’m pretty sure it’s probably already been done) was about a main character who started having weird things happen to them. Like they can randomly become invisible and other such powers I haven’t thought of yet. They come to find out that they are actually part of a long line of grim reapers and fate has chosen them as the new grim reaper.

I come up with random ideas about what to add to it every now and again but I have been really bad at writing down my thoughts in the past. Now I have to try to actually start working on it but I also don’t want it to be the same as any other books that may be out there. I know there are definitely books about the grim reaper being a main character but I haven’t had the chance to read any .

“Never judge a book by its cover.” Or so they say, Is not what people do today.

They look, They judge, They laugh and sneer, And that’s what brings Fred Myers here.

You see, Dear Fred is a nice guy, But not too pleasing to the eye.

He has blue skin, No nose, No hair, And makes it rain everywhere.

Let’s not forget Dear Freddy’s eyes, Their glazed white stare sees through your mind.

If you’re an asshole, He’s sure to see, And will take care of you accordingly.

He’ll fill your lungs with drops of rain And stop you from breathing air again.

When you see him, do not stare For he can be seen anywhere.

I sat in the corner nook of the cafe and opened my laptop to Google. What did I even want to type?

“Coffee?” The waitress walked up to the table with a fresh pot of brew. I grabbed one of the empty mugs on the table and held it up for her.

“Thank you.” I said smelling the delightfully earthy scent of the liquid as she filled my cup.

A gloved hand extended the second cup toward her. I looked over quickly. I had sat here alone yet in the once empty seat before me appeared a cloaked figure.

I stared as she filled the stranger’s cup and left. Though it was morning, I couldn’t see his face under the hood. It was like infinite darkness.

The fact that the waitress that walked me in when I said table for one didn’t even bat an eyelash at his sudden appearance was also concerning to me.

He perched his cup between his fingers and gazed back at me.

“The question you want to ask cannot be answered on that contraption.” He blew the steam from his coffee and continued when I said nothing.

“I am unimaginably old. Older than you can fathom. I was even there before the Universe.”

I laughed at the idea. No one could live that long. Though the strange shit that has been happening to me recently had me hooked to his words.

“What do you mean?” I asked gripping my coffee tighter.

“Let me show you.”

The figure leaned forward and placed an icy hand on mine. In that instant, it felt like I was falling backwards at lightning speed. Like the feeling you get when you fall in a dream and wake up because the end of your fall is the cold hard ground. Except this wasn’t the ground it was complete and utter darkness. Darkness that dragged on for infinite miles save for one spot of light.

As I try to pick a topic to scrawl upon this page, I cannot help to think of how my mind has muddled with age.

It seems to me, My train of thought has only gotten worse. The clues are there, It’s plain to see, Every time I try to write a verse.

I used to read, when I was young. I used to write as well. But now at almost thirty, You can hardly tell.