MY HAIKU OF DEATH

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MY HAIKU OF DEATH

 

Sliding down below.

Where no one will dare to tread.

Down the dark hollow.

 

Darkness fills each side.

Gravity, my enemy.

No place left to hide.

 

I keep falling down.

Will I hit rock bottom hard?

I won’t land on down.

 

My descent goes fast.

I’ve come to my bitter end.

Life is in the past.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

My post from a year ago. It still holds true today.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high.

UNPREDICTABLE

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UNPREDICTABLE

Life can move along smoothly
Without bumps or surprises.
It can be so smooth that
It becomes boring,
Predictable.
The bumps are the spice of life.
The ups and downs.
The births and deaths.
The good with the bad.
We need the spice
To properly flavor the soup.
Enjoy the bumps.
Ride them with care.
Make them work for you.