Oh Dear Bird.

Oh dear bird, how I’ve longed to see you so. See the feather’s of your freedom and the depth’s of your soul. The sound of your wings put my heart at ease. And to hear your beautiful song is like an unimaginable dream. With your beauty and grace you slowly take flight. And sail off into the dawn’s breaking light. With my heart attached to your feet I watch you disappear. While my happiness and freedom turns quickly into fear. The fear of your absence is the worst fear of all, but I will wait for you my dear friend and I will see you in the fall. We will meet at our place of wonder and delight, and I will feel freedom once again when your are back in my sight. Oh my dear bird, how I’ve longed to see you so. See the feather’s of your freedom and the depth’s of your soul.

 

-Sandra

 

The Fog, My Love.

Stepping onto the cold wet pavement, I began to feel the cold rain droplets fall onto my face. As if they were meant to land there, to wash my sorrows away. Looking into the distance I notice a tall dark figure standing in the foggy forest. The feeling of sorrow, of loneliness, and hate began to overcome my emotions. As the tears began forming in my eyes I slowly fell to the ground. My knees were my cushion and the pain was so dense. The heaviness began to overcome me, starting from the top of my head. My eyes widened and I could see the figure begin to slowly walk towards me. As it stepped out of the fog I saw it more clearly. The figure of a human but his body was filled with all of my misjudgments, the pain, the sorrow, the suffering I had collected throughout the years. Not a word was spoken as it slowly crept to stand before me. The figure extended it’s arm and placed it on my right shoulder as if it were knighting me. Knighting me for being the most shameful being it had ever seen.  Bells began to ring in my ears as the figures mouth slowly opened. Slowly my body began to rise as if I were an object floating through space. As the bells grew louder my body rose higher and soon I was face to face with this haunting creature. Quickly it’s mouth closed and I could feel the weight of my past slowly lifting from my shoulders. Watching the figure I began to notice that all of my shameful memories were erasing from the figures form. Closing my eyes I began to feel relief, pleasure, and a small taste of happiness. The figure coughed as if to grab my attention and I slowly opened my eyes. There before me stood the man I loved, the man who wrapped me in love all those years ago. The husband that I had married and the man who would always save me from the darkness of my life.

-Sandra

Love?

“What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!”

― Victor Hugo

Love, what is it?

Is it that funny feeling you get deep in your stomach. When the one you crush on walks into sight? Or is it the flutter in your heart when a touch or a simple caress is made by someone special? The quote “It’s better to love and be loved then to have never loved at all.” How can a person not love at all? Love is not just with a significant other. When a newborn child is born he loves his mother. When a child receives his first pet, he loves that pet. When someone gets a memory that they want to hold onto , they love that memory. Everyone loves and has been loved at some point in their lives. Rather they want to admit it or not. Love? What is it? It’s the sensation you have when you have realized it’s all true.

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The life of an author

Not being published doesn’t really name you an ‘author’. But I want to consider myself one. Simply being able to write and love to write should make you one rather you have been published or not. Stephenie Meyer is alot of my inspiration. A past stay at home mom (just like myself) had a in depth dream of her characters and wanted to tell there story. No dreams have come my way however. Does that mean my book won’t be successful? Probably not if I can keep at it. The farthest I had ever gotten in writing was maybe two chapters. With my latest novel I have almost five but I’m in the ‘Writers Block’ Stage. Well I’m in the unmotivated stage. I’m sure if I actually sit and just write I would be able to get alot done. My new goal is to sit down and write atleast one page everynight. Somehow I will make a tracker so everyone can see my progress. I’ve tried planning how many pages I will have , but I realized theres no point in doing that, it will all come naturally. Well to get off and start my day, but come eight p.m. tonight I will be in the World of my Characters. -Sandra

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The beginning of the year has begun. So far there have not been any ‘Major’ changes but there will be soon. The house is going to get completely made over today, everything will be gone through and things that are no longer used will be given to charity. My book has been officially put on hold for a few days. Since Christmas I have not been able to write, I sit down and nothing happens. Staring at a screen for hours is nurve wrecking, ecspecially since before everytime I sat down I was able to complete three pages or more. William and Alice will have to wait, but I will get back to them soon. So on another note I bid you ado and will be back later hopefully with great news on my book.

 

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A new year, a new plan.

 

I cannot believe that this year is coming to an end. There have been a lot of tragedies and a lot of blessings as well. However, I am still finding myself unaccomplished in life. Yes, my children are a tremendous blessing to me, and some might say they are a great accomplishment. But I want to be successful, I want people to know my name. Being able to sit back and think, ‘Wow, have I really come this far?’. So I make my resolution here and now. I want to make myself known to the world. Rather it be in writing, scrap-booking, or to say that I am simply a college student. Just placing one toe inside the sunlight will be enough to satisfy me in the year ahead. My year will start with a new sunrise and a new meaning to life.

-Sandra