Maybe it should be scandalous

Hurt

For a long time
I lost the joy
In writing
Trying not to
But still dying
Every moment fighting
For that next breath
Trying nothing but to live
Leaves a poet
Nothing left to give
Life is a four letter word
Like love
While dying one can
Never get enough
But when things
Go from bad to worse
Like love
Life can become a curse
For long and long
The dying went on
And writing
For the joy of it
Hurt

Zig©'20'

I was reminded yesterday that writing can be, should be, must be one of the joys of my life! Maybe it should be scandalous, me a forty two year old,m to be reading Percy Jackson books, but damned if they are not an expression of the joy an author can have when writing!

California Dreaming

California Dreaming
Sunshine streaming
Living and breathing
No longer on borrowed time
Sit with pen in hand
Hear the waves
Feel the sand
Bare feet touch the beach
Gingerly at first
The smell of salt
On the wind
I am alive
And
I am alive
And again
I am alive
At times I damn
My Oregon eyes
This land is so bright
But then
It sinks in
I am alive
And
I am alive
And again
I am am alive
California dreaming
Sunshine streaming
Heart still beating
I'm still breathing
And
I
Am
Alive
Again

Zig©'20'


Welcome to the first post on this journey through words!

I write under the moniker "Wander" I sign my work with Zig and my name is Chris...feel free to call me any one of the three, or just say "hey Fucker!" I'll know you are referring to me!
I am a poet, I am a man. I am an artist. And I am a survivor...

Words in a vacuum are lonely indeed, I don't want to just see my own writing, I want to see yours as well!

Poetry is the language of the soul, may mine bleed through my fingers for you to see, and read, and feel

Join me
Today I am
California dreaming
As my soul is bleeding