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Revelations – A Poem From My Upcoming Book, A Thousand Cranes, Volume 10
1.
finish the half drawn paintings.
their time has come to be seen &
cease hiding between shadows
2.
stop staring into the blank pools of eyes
of the people you left behind in your past
you left them behind for a reason
do not convince yourself otherwise
you will feel so much better without them
3.
you were not born to be their puppet
to clean the shit off the shoes of those who try to control you
you are better than that: better than being told you’re invisible
better than living someone else’s dream for them
you deserve better
4.
stop hiding in forgotten crevices
simply because you are too afraid to be seen
resolve from thinking you aren’t good enough for them
you are so good that they wonder
how they never saw the likes of you before
5.
let yourself be, you are a child of the universe
be gentle with yourself, you deserve to feel better
forgive yourself from the past wrongs
& know that better things are waiting for you
& that when the time comes, you will face them
& be radiant
(c) 2014 Ashlee Craft
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 4 – Sample Chapter
Releasing the Cranes into the World
I have labored many long hours
& put my very soul into my creations
I have imbued them with every bit of love inside my soul
& inside them you will find an exact documentation of the person I am
& the person I once was
& the person I am still yet to be
inside them you will find my every hope, my every dream
my fears, my sorrows, my angers
my messages to the world
mere messages in a bottle floating upon the endless ocean
waiting to arrive at the right place at the right time
so they can inspire the right person in the most perfect way imaginable
yes, often times they are messages of hope
messages that that can do this
messages to show them that the world is beautiful still
but sometimes they bring messages of anger or fear or sadness
yet in the end these feelings are just as important
important to feel, & important to acknowledge as well
important to remind others that they are not alone in their feelings
important to be aware of both the light & the darkness
for one could not exist without the other
& you couldn’t see the stars without the night
& so I permeate these words & sounds & images with these hopes & dreams
fears & angers & sorrows
painting a portrait of the soul inside my body
because in the end I have to
I have to show the world who I am
I have to release these messages in a bottle
these paper cranes
into the world
I have to free them from inside me & put them out into the world
have to liberate them from the chains they’ve come to know
release them from my bedroom window at night
when the moon is at her peak in the sky
or from the garden bench in the sunny afternoon
when the fragrant aromas of flowers drift into my nostrils
or from a balcony in the spring morning
when the breeze smelling of endless possibilities caresses against my skin
I must do this so these paper cranes can fly free
I must let them fly, must let them have their freedom
it is their right
just as it is mine
Special
you are so so special / you are perfect & beautiful & wonderful just the way you are / there has never been anyone else just like you / & there never will be again / you are unique in every single way / & your struggles only make you stronger / you are stronger now than you’ve ever been before in your whole life / you are stronger now than you ever believed was possible
forgive yourself & move on / I know your memories still haunt you in the deep of night / I know fear still bangs upon your window in time with your racing heart / I know sometimes you just don’t know what to do / but you cannot help how you feel / just do your best (it’s all you can do) / & things will be okay for you someday / trust in this, you can make it thru the storm / things may not be better today, but maybe they will be tomorrow
I know you are well acquainted with pain & suffering & sorrow / I know you have spent many nights clutched in anguish’s grasp crying out to a world which doesn’t seem to listen / but it is this pain that will allow you to stand strong against the winds of time, against life’s sorrows & trials / for once you have conquered this pain
you will know you are strong enough
& you will know how to win
Scene
in the city the air was humid & thick & warm & damp / it was summer / down the streets crowded with vegetable stands & carts & taxi cabs people stood around bustling busily / & the children huddled in the often decrepit but beautiful doorways of the buildings / taxis beeped & honked & people called & shouted / adding a unique rhythm to the rhapsodies / & like ocean waves people moved amongst each other, each heading their own directions / tourists stopped every once in a while to buy something they could bring to remind them of their time there, once-in-a-lifetime gifts / there was a guitarist playing in the street, his guitar case spread out in front of him like a blanket as several men & women stood around to watch & smile as the breeze blew against their faces & uplifted their faces & to feel the music, palpable in the air, to feel it inside them / & each dark crevice was enlightened
a deliciously chaotic & beautiful scene I bask in
Judgment of a Hero
on the road down to the party he was invited to out of respect
people shunned him in the streets, thinking his appearance was ugly in every aspect
he cringed as without a second glance they turned away, their judgment locked
but the man still walked on & held his head high at their objection
he knew who he was, he had nothing to fear
nothing they could think of him could change his mind’s foundation block
as soon as he entered the room the label was pinned upon his shirt
when he tried to spark a conversation he was met with remarks cold & curt
many pairs of eyes tracked his feet across the floor before a clearing was made in assumptions
as he went across the dance floor with head held high, they noted no feelings of disconcert
he knew who he was; he had no need to worry
& no one seemed to notice he was wearing the only suit in the room
the man sat down on the couch & to his amusement, all upon it left
he chuckled a little bit to himself as he leaned back to relaxed, by no means bereft
if they wanted to act so coldly to him it was their loss, but his gain
if only they had been there that day & seen his hands so strong & deft
but he knew who he was, he had no reason to think else
when they knew what he’d done they’d be reluctant in their cold shouldered refrain
finally the host of the party walked into the room, greeted guests, & gestured at the man
the unknowing guests stared in looks of pure shock as the host began
“ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been brought here tonight in respect for the heroism of this man
a couple of weeks ago a child was stabbed in the leg by a robber’s escape plan
this man here heard the scream, he fought off the assailant then went to the child
& he stayed there for who knows how long stopping the bleeding in the limb”
“so when you see him here tonight, think of the young life he saved
& how long he was with the child before help arrived & death’s pledge he depraved
I have never judged a man by anything more than who he truly is & by what his actions show
but to find that out you must get to know him by more than who you expect him to behave”
the man looked away as he’d done what he’d done from his heart, not for attention & praise
but the guests looked away in shame for their judgment of a hero
What is Love?
stories without answers lay across the floor
songs without music spill from my hollow hands
the innocence I accepted has been locked in chains
& it causes me to question
what is love?
thoughts without silence sing out through my mind
as your words far away mingle gently with mine
serenity is bound to stone, leaving behind a fluttering heart
& it causes me to wonder
what is love?
they say that when I see, I’ll know what I’ve missed for so long
but I can’t understand how many times before that I have been so wrong
as my eyes, dewy with new ideas, flutter to a open place
it causes me to marvel
what is love?
time without the beating of a never ending clock
reaches into the depths of the ocean & reveals a shining gleam
in the endless indelible fortune that I once assumed I knew
& I stare into the void of questions I contemplate
what is love?
even thru sleepless nights streams of mind never cease to flow
without question or doubt I know that soon I’ll find the truth
corroded things I was caught up in have faded, blown in the breeze
& it causes me to reflect
what is love?
–
helplessly jumping into the dark shaded lake without seeing the sunbeams shadowing under
the misunderstood things I’ve forgotten to need I see flashing further & dimmer as I go down
& yet I know where I am heading
what is love?
–
they say that when I see, I’ll know what I’ve missed for so long
but I can’t understand how many times before that I have been wrong
& my eyes, dewy with new ideas, flutter to a open place
it causes me to feel
what is love
Reluctantly Brilliant
I’m sorry if you believed the sarcastic joke I just made
you seem to think I hide beneath careful wanderings of masquerade
I was just trying to say something that hadn’t been said
expand my wit, but aren’t we all trying to get ahead?
I wasn’t serious when I said I’d like to write something I could show
so reluctantly brilliant that it’d seem like Van Gogh
I was just trying to open the closed blinds to dark remand
& remind you the best things are those we can’t understand
& as reluctantly brilliant as this all may seem
if you looked the right way, you’d see what I mean
I’m sorry if you take all that I say with a cynical gaze
but you’re caught behind glass walls & five second delays
I was just trying to get you to take life with less shoulder weight
you should sell what you made from your lies & your mistakes
I wasn’t kidding when I told you that you would change your mind
because I understand that to belittle others your soul is inclined
I was just trying to get you to see things from different eyes
maybe now you’ll notice years ago the bowline anchor untied
& as reluctantly brilliant as this all may seem
if you looked the right way, you’d see what I mean.
I’m sorry if I offended you by pointing out what is true
but I needed you to realize what you say you don’t use
I was just trying to make you see that they way isn’t scorn
but I’ve stopped, realized no one can make rhymes with orange
I’m not sorry that you now know what I really think
I’ve wanted to tell you for so long I what I really mean
I was trying the whole time for you to see that you don’t know me
just as I’ll never know why you believe what you preach
& as reluctantly brilliant as this all may seem
because if you looked the right way, you’d see what I mean
Sloth
oh, you beautiful sloth
you take your time as you climb along
upside down in comparison to most of the world
& yet because of this you see things with your own unique viewpoint
you don’t care how fast the rest of the world might move
because you understand that enjoying each moment
is one of the things that make life beautiful
oh, you beautiful sloth
never stop being all that you are
Into the Night
at the convenience store down on old country road / Jackson rubbed his eyes & wondered why he hadn’t known / that sometimes when you love it turns around & gets off the right track / he never thought she could drive off into the night & never look back
her heart was of gold & her soul seemed so fine / but loyalty in her had lost before it even had tried / & the weight upon her shoulders would never hold / as she sped off alone in the night with the secrets she’d told
Jackson walks back to his car but first looks back / down the street she sped so regally, down with fool’s reckless knack / why had she been so silent, why didn’t she seem to care? / when she sped off into the night like she’d never even been there
Jackson’s engine gurgles to its usual starling haze / as he contemplates making a half-hearted chase / but did she ever love him, or was it all just a show? / as she sped off into the night without answers she owed
as the sun rose she’s having second thoughts / should she go back to him, will she find the love that was sought? / she continues going forward, she’s going to stand for what she was believing / as she sped off into the night with a heart lightened by leaving
Jackson looks up to the freedom lit sun / no one left to drag him down, a new chapter has begun / maybe the two of them will be better off now that / she sped off into the night to never looked back
The Birth of a Dream
hollow hearted hopelessness was created by years of wear & tear
in the sea of broken dreams, I almost sank by the hand of despair
whether I waited days or weeks for this day, I’ll never know why
something inside me sparked a new life & gave me wings to fly
the birth of a dream
feeds the fire of questions shot in all directions
the birth of a dream
sheltered me from the storm by the dark cave’s protection
& in the middle of the night
I take refuge in the birth of a dream
looking back, I find myself questioning how things may have been
but soon I remind myself I shouldn’t think in terms of if
our hearts connected surely but know things are never quite what they seem
but I know none of this would have happened without the birth of a dream
from the moment that the sun rose into my sorrow that ran so deep
I laid awake in bed wondering why, losing sleep
whether I questioned if I had the will to succeed or the courage to even try
was left up to my heart as it was tossed in the air & forced to learn to fly
& it was then, only then
that I discovered what for then had to be seen
that so many wonderful things can bloom
from the birth of a dream
On a Whim
fast paced human race
racing at an indifferent pace
leaving me dreaming in the back
of a new day rising
old times start to mime
they reason for their treason
stopping only to swoop down
grab a soul & go
looking out the window
peeking through the blinds
sentimental connections
between two hopeful minds
& the sky collapsed above me
& the stars all seem to dim
when I first decided it was I would love you
on a whim, on a whim
& the ocean seems to darken
the sun can’t shine as bright as before
hazy moonlight trembled in your eyes when you knew
on a whim
mind flows in a spindle
what must I do to believe you
hard times painted on
my future subscribes
day breaks
what can I do?
sand dripping from between torn thoughts
all I notice I need is you
in my heart
I have always known that there would be someone here but me.
darkened nights alone in my heart
I cry out from within but everyone speeds past unknowing
now here’s my last chance
if I can’t find a way what will I do.
what will I do?
when every breathing moment of being all I’ve ever dreamed of was seeing
all I ever cried out for & all I ever hungered for
was someone to shut out the darkness
was someone to show me the way
was someone to love me
but all along it had only been me
that needed to learn how to love
when I noticed it ran in a constant circle
when I’d tested the waters & seen
the sun can’t shine as bright as before
because your love light surrounds us now
my soul has been saved the darkness has passed
all because I found you
& all because I took the chance & decided to love you
on a whim
The Grass is Greener
today I looked and I saw a path
one that I’d thought I’d lost before
but now I suddenly found it had come back
& tonight when I walked out the back door
I saw that what I thought
was just a figment of things left over from before
stepping across the glassy rocks outside
the grass really is greener on the other side I thought
& I ignored the knowledge of the lies
those who try to tell you
there isn’t something better out there for you
have just never seen that there is
& that there is always room to make things better
so never stop improving
A Jar of Light
a jar of light surrounded by paper cranes
& balloons of all colors floating up into the sky
& sun warmed moonstones grasped in my hands
& magic jars of sparkling candles set out on dewy grass
& stars twinkling with ineffable profundity in the sparkling water at night
filling my soul with hope
& a jar of light filled with fireflies illuminating the night
only you can open the lid & set them free
& let them fly once more in the night
it is a jar of light
& every choice from now regarding it
is yours
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 3 – Sample Chapter
A Crane About to Take Flight
the breeze is picking up
can you feel it in the air?
can you feel it in the air?
newborn wings just beginning to flap
flap for the first time
so the crane can fly free in the sky
free with the sun & the moon & the stars
free with the limitless birds
free with the soaring breezes & the gently swaying
meadow grasses
free from the sorrowful gravity that weighs her down
free from the deluging pains of boredom
free like she was intended to be
something wonderful is getting near
can you feel it in the air?
can you feel it in the air?
to freedom she is heading
to freedom she is heading
a crane about to take flight
Stirring in the Darkness
stirring in the darkness
silent call of the lark
over the lake I see the owls flying
calling down to the mice below
off in the distance is a harmonica crying
off to the west is my home
trees like towering warriors
sheltering me from harm
I crouch on the frozen earth
as I clear my path
I’ve suddenly seen through the glass that looks
in the sunlight reflecting on snow
I feel the power of the eternal glow
which all this time I stole, I took
through the dreams I felt at night
I knew no reason for evil or fright
selling what I owned & knowing what I had
I left the city & moved into the presence I’d once known
under the stars like I never knew
I drove on illuminated by the glow
I saw in the heavens my destiny
I saw the path in life I’d take to be free
playing for pleasure & working for joy
I knew what I’d found was hard to come by
light like I’d never known
shone onto the grass & into my soul
every darkened path became visible
as every darkened cloud’s silver lining appeared
the light suddenly faded & I saw the world
just as I’d seen it for many years before
but something in me remained, it wouldn’t be the same
I knew I could never know what darkness was again
stirring in the sunlight
I Want a Sweeping Romance
I want a soaring romance to lift me off my feat
to give me my first taste of what love is like
& when the storm blows I will reside within your arm’s retreat
someone to hold near when midnight the clock must strike
& a new day begins, to know what it feels to look into your eyes
intoxicated by your gaze as I hold your hand
within you the glory of one thousand universal skies
inside your heart you truly understand
but what if I search one hundred thousand miles for you
& still cannot find where your heart waits for me?
will you seek me out just as determined & as true?
I still wait for you, my love, as I hope someday you’ll see
I want a sweeping romance of a love crystal pure
& I will love you with everything I am, this I can assure
Little Secret Moments
little secret moments that no one is aware of
things only visible to my eye at that exact moment in time
because I happened to look a particular way at a particular second
in a particular state of mind
see the tiny blooming mango flower, or the bright red of a magnolia’s seeds
hear the crickets chirping out a melody, hear the wind rustling meadow weeds
a brief second in time in which everything is happy & bathed in perfection
little thoughts that fill my mind during personalized introspection
see the tree leaf falling slowly to the ground or see the sign unnoticed prior
see those people smiling at each other in pure love, the rose in the briar
buildings & special places in the forest where the water glistens
cars passing in the morning, quiet buzzing of bees only heard when you listen
morning light shining in the prism in my window, waves washing up shells from the sea
little things like these that belong only to me
Darkness
there is so much darkness around me
like walking thru outerspace without light
like driving blindfolded
like walking along the dark dusty highways leading nowhere
the sky is dark & I can’t see what’s in front of me
walking blindly into the unknown
but the stars are just coming out
just appearing upon that sacred horizon
& now I know
that I will find my way
Footprints on the Heart
she sees the sign on the window that reads
“you are right”
but anyone watching cannot pick a side, divided by their beliefs
she strums a single note onto the guitar
& all heads turn away from the freed
footsteps removed from the world have far longer to go
he whispers out a note on the wood
underneath the hawk’s nested fool
a forbidden drum beat from beneath his mind’s pool
as he snaps out of his crazy reality
his ears capture & he hears what he thinks he should
footsteps echoed in the hallway of dreams
that night
footsteps on the ocean & buried underneath the truth
copies of our heartbeats & the distant pounding of the hooves
footsteps in the meadow mingling with salted rain’s taste so tart
copies of the depths of our souls & footsteps on the heart
the woman & the man converse freely
without fear of being heard
the flutist in the back of the empty play of words
is forgotten with the night’s embark
as they laughed the melody of time
time itself was hidden in love’s first & last remark
out of the blue
soundtrack for the beginning
kind words of good luck at the end
a spin around in the rest of the earth
& I knew where I had to begin
footsteps on the ocean & buried underneath the truth
copies of our heartbeats & the distant pounding of the hooves
footsteps in the meadow mingling with salted rain’s taste so tart
copies of the depths of our souls & footsteps on the heart
Innocence
in the beginning
the flowers bloomed without a trace of memories
in the beginning
my time was spent free & carelessly dreaming
in the beginning
I never had to worry
in the beginning I had no knowledge of what was to come
what would turn my world around
innocence
I was so naive
never had to plan ahead
I believed that things would always be the way
they had been when I was a child
easy & carefree & without the slightest trouble
yet in my innocence
I did not know what was to come
in the beginning,
I thought that all was well
that the sea was calm,
although a storm was brewing & would turn the tables round
behind the scenes I couldn’t see what conspired
although somewhere in the back of my mind
I had thought of these possibilities
it had never occurred to me that things would be changing
so soon
& time passed like evening flowers blooming
growing every season until
I saw that all this time I was right
Looming
it looms above me like a dark shadow
it calls like wild beasts prowling in the night
it ticks like a time bomb at any moment could detonate
it screams like the prisoner alone in the cell
it blots out the sun like a hurricane’s wrath
it hides like the frightened trembling animal
it accepts the blows like Invictus’ captain
it does what is possible to keep hold onto the ship’s railing
it grasps the rope on the side of the mountain
it perseveres like the grass growing ever towards the sun
it climbs to the top of the mountain so it can see the whole wide world
it dances in the sunlight to the invisible music
it smiles & sighs with contentment, crying tears of joy
when the relief of a new day rolls round
& it forges its life from the block of marble
& creates it into what it wants to be
Doing Okay
you know it’s kind of
interesting how it all started
a few days ago
it seemed like it was going to be like every other time
the clouds rolled around & the thunder crashed
& the monsoon rain flooded the sky
& teardrops rolled down from the clouds & splashed against my pillow
it seemed like it was happening all over again
& I couldn’t be bothered to stop it because I knew it was true
but it wasn’t actually a storm
just cloudy skies overhead
& it’s a new emotion
new emotions are often good or at least interesting
I’ve never actually felt this way before
I’m lost & unhappy & frightened & dissatisfied & I don’t know what to do
I’m lost out on the sea alone alone alone
I don’t know where to go any longer
because everywhere I can think of that’s easily reached
is impossible or isn’t worth the effort in the end
& everything worth it is difficult & a little frightening
& I don’t know if it must come to that yet
there’s nowhere for me to go
like I’m standing homeless in the street trying to grasp the things that are mine
but few things belong to me any longer
I’m unhappy with the way things are
filled with various moments of contempt for the monotony of my life
yes just because I’m busy doesn’t mean I’m not bored underneath it all
I’m unhappy with every single day being exactly the same as the day before
every single day being exactly the same as the day before
every single day being exactly the same as the day before
sometimes making progress but never stepping forwards
& yet I don’t know what to do to change it
I’m afraid, so afraid
afraid of asking about what I might want because I don’t want to hurt you
or make things worse for you in your life
but can’t you see this is hurting me?
who must win this in the end?
afraid of trying & only finding more & more of this
but only Emptiness looming behind me & knocking on the door
(behind me behind me, in the past)
& I’m dissatisfied
dissatisfied of being happy & letting myself bask in sunshine for the moment
because I know that until something changes
really, actually, truly changes, I will always fall back upon this
& so I must resolve to remain this way
until I am courageous enough to change it
or else I’ll just keep on coming back to this
& I don’t know what to do
I don’t want to ask & I don’t want to make too drastic a change
I don’t want to hurt you or ruin things forever
I don’t want to have regrets
I’m lost & unhappy & dissatisfied & I don’t know what to do
but I’m not broken & or unusually desperately down, struggling to save myself from drowning or frantically hiding tears rolling down my cheeks, forcing myself to stand straight & hide lying down on the floor under a blanket whenever I can
for now, I’m doing okay
Lying on My Back on My Bed
lying on my back on my bed
my piles of soft blankets
around my arms
engulfing me like a cocoon & caressing
my skin
my dog lies beside my feet on the end of my bed
I watch him breathing softly
upon his face, contentment
my heart fills with adoration for him
pillow soft as a cloud beneath my head
the morning light streams in my window
& my prism, a pendulum dancing upon my wall
casting rainbows across my floor
the air is filled with magic
I could only hope to be as radiant as the sun
& that which inspires me
pretty thoughts fill my mind
today is going to be a good day
Twinkling Lights
starlight in the night
moon glistening on the water
like electrified dolphins caressing the water
beams of electricity sparking across the water
there is reason to hope there is reason to hope
smell the night air gently filling the room
hear the crickets chirping
& smile at the moon
maybe things are not so bad after all
can you remember that first night we were here?
how after weeks of filling boxes & tying up loose ends
how after a tired day of packing the moving truck
outside in the heat, driving all the day
late at night we finally reached our destination?
how we were all tired & sore & dirty & yet we felt wonderful?
How we had a quick pizza & soaked long in the bathtub?
can you remember the first night we were there?
how when I was on the driveway I felt that this time things would be different?
how things would be better?
can you remember the way we felt so safe out there in the sacred darkness
only stars playing witness to our deep emotions & passionate love?
can you remember how we knew, just somehow knew that everything would now be better for us?
& how after the long day & all the trials we faced
we nestled into our warm safe bed
how we looked out the window at the lake behind the house
& we saw the lights from every house surrounding it shining down
sparkling into the water?
remember how beautiful that was?
& the sense of belonging we felt then?
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 9 – New Poetry Book Released!
Genre: Poetry
Paperback: 146 Pages
A Beginning
do you know what it’s like to finally feel like you belong
after drifting emptily onwards in empty forests,
empty cold gray skies of winter?
the lone crane flying, snowflakes fluttering amongst the beating of her wings
I’ve been out in the cold for so long
… but spring has finally come
do you know what it’s like to think that those around you care
that they think of you as a friend & have respect for you
only to later learn it was all a show, all a sham to try & make you join their cause?
the lone person wandering, invisible, & alone – no one sees her, no one hears
I’ve been walking alone for too long
… but now I’ve found a family
do you know what it’s like to look back upon a year ago
when the promise was made, even though I felt it was impossible
& to be able to look back on that now
& honestly say out loud to myself that I made it, I did it?
I’ve been trying to hard to get through this in one piece
… & I finally am starting to be okay
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 9 is a collection of 100 poems.
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 8 – New Poetry Book Released!
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 8 – Kindle eBook
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 8 – Paperback
Genre: Poetry
Paperback: 200 Pages
it’s funny how after she made the big announcement
the announcement that she wasn’t happy where she was
& was so much more than the lame gullible & naive person
completely lacking in personality, the person everyone else thought she was
fake & complacently pretending that she was one of them
… how much respect they gained for her
because by finally having the guts to speak up
& stand up for herself
& ceasing to let others push her around & tell her who she should be
she showed them that she was much more than a puppet
much more than an actress in the drama they were writing
& that she wasn’t going to stand for being disrespected
because she was human
she was vulnerable & had likes & dislikes
she sometimes fell & sometimes flew
& that she wasn’t going to stay where she was, she was going to win
she proved that she was real
& stopped lying to herself & the world around her
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 7 – New Poetry Book Released!
Genre: Poetry
Series: A Thousand Cranes
Paperback: 228 Pages
Looking Back
looking back
I would never have imagined
that things could ever be this good
but they are
looking back on all those painful nights I cried
with nothing I could do to ease it but keep walking
I never could have imagined I could finally find this
but I did
looking back on all the times I thought it was the end
that there was no way I’d ever be happy, that my life would be a despondent hell
I never could have imagined I could be so happy
but I am
looking back on all those times I tried & fell & struggled to get back up
because I’d tried too many times & didn’t know how much further I could go
I never could have imagined that my life could get better
but it did
& looking back on all the days I felt unworthy of reciprocation
& all the times I wondered what it would be like to have a friend
I never could have imagined that could belong here
as much as you make me feel
I never could imagine that I’d feel as loved
as you make me feel
I never thought I could be as happy as I am now
but I can
A Thousand Cranes, Volume 7 is a collection of 100 poems.
Olinguitos (Wonderful Wildlife, Volume 5) – New Book Published!
Genre: Juvenile Non-Fiction
Paperback: 24 Pages
Series: Wonderful Wildlife
The olinguito is a small tree-dwelling mammal that lives in South America and has fluffy, reddish-orange fur. They are related to racoons, and many people think they look like a combination between otters and teddy bears. The proper way to pronounce their name is “O-ling-gee-toe.” Their scientific name is Bassaricyon neblina. Neblina is Spanish for “fog.” Learn all about them in this fascinating book for ages 7+.
10 Things To Think About
1. What ideas might live under your favorite chair
2. Peaceful cacophony
3. What color really is
4. A song which perfectly fits your favorite time of day
5. What you would do if you were the first person to see a shooting star
6. Does time matter in the scheme if things?
7. List three things you could write/photograph/draw/etc that you’ve never recorded before
8. What your favorite word is
9. The perfect name for your favorite tree
10. The fact that anything exists at all