We’ve Changed

Where do we go from here?

Only you would know…

I am sitting here pondering myself

Because you don’t lend me your mind

 

How did we get here?

I imagine it’s all my fault

You changed along with me

Now we’re both lost in our hearts

 

What do you want from me?

I really don’t have a clue

Your feelings elude me

Your heart cold and skewed

 

When did we fall apart, my love?

Not sure how we reached this demise

I don’t remember losing your heart

Regrets overflow my mind

 

Why do we do this to each other?

I wish I could take it all back

For my love is always with you

Even on the darkest of our days

 

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Welcome To My World

It stormed all day yesterday, but it made today so damned beautiful!  The sun is shining bright.  The birds are singing in the trees. It’s a good day to be alive!

I decided since it was such a beautiful day that I would take some pictures and share them.

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Lone daisy sitting in the clay
Thank you so much
For brightening my day!

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Skies marbles with the clouds
Above the tree tops
Breath-taking…you take away my sounds

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Trees up high above my head
With light shining through its limbs
This would be a great view from my bed!

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Little pictures from the place I love
The smile glistens upon my face
The sun showers me from above

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Little plant growing mighty and strong
I can’t wait to see you blossom
The world of nature is where you belong

All photos by E.M. Kingston.

Please do not take any of my photographs without asking, and credit must be given when you use them with a pingback and text.

You Inspire Me, Dad

Last January I lost my father, and it has been one of the hardest things that I have ever encountered in my life.  The feeling that I will never be able to call him, hear his voice, complain about this or that…it’s overwhelming still after a year of him being gone.  I think the word I am looking for to describe it is surreal.  It still seems like he is there, and then I realize that he is gone.  Losing a parent feels like a completely different loss to me than losing a friend or other family member.

Through every loss in your life though, you get something in return…at least that is how I think about it.  I got back my ability to write again.  Dad was a poet, and he had wisdom well beyond what I had ever imagined growing up.  I admired him as my father, but I don’t think I saw him completely until I was sifting through my box of photos and his stuff that I brought back after the funeral.  His poems were also in this box.  I sat here for hours reading all of them.  I learned so much about him that I never knew, and it brought tears to my eyes.  As soon as I was done reading, I created this blog, and I have been writing for hours upon hours now…the only rest between was sleep.  He inspired me to start writing again because it is what we have always shared with one another.

Growing up I would share my short stories and poems with him, and he would critique them in a caring but efficient way.  Sometimes it made me so mad when he would give me direction on one of my stories, but as I look back, I appreciate that criticism.  It was hard to take in.  I was just a little girl…about 10 years old I would think looking back.  I had no idea then that we would share the same passion for creativity and expressiveness.

His pen name was S.A. Kingston, and he was a brilliant poet and artist of words.  He was my Dad, and I miss him dearly.  I am thankful I have his poems to look back on and reflect on who he was because it is helping me find myself again.

So, here I am, Dad.  I am writing again, and it feels really good.  Thank you for giving me the inspiration to feel through my words again and share my creativity with the world.  You are my light in the window of my soul.  I will keep the candle burning for you.