Poetry - Gone

Gone

written by Tamara Morgan

 

It was a day very much like any other

Except the fact I had lost something

that meant a lot to me

But now it is gone

I am not sure if I can get it back

It took me along time

To get it in the first place

What will I do if

I never get it back?

Will I never have anything like it again?

Probably not

My tears are the only things, these days

That keep me company

They are the only ones that understand

The pain I am going through

I am not sure if I should look

For something new or run back

Old memories flood my head

And I remember all the late nights

The talks about things only me and you knew about

The good times

When you and I were friends

But the days change and so do people

They grow apart just like me and you have

Friends for ever, it seems only yesterday

We talked and laughed

Except it didn’t last forever

And only in my dreams

Can I have you back with me

 

 

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Music in the Breeze

Good morning my blog friends, today I wanted to try something a little bit different. When I was in high school I loved to write. Poems, short stories, my brain was an endless supplier of ideas and inspirations. I would love to get a hold of that person again and start creating with the written word once more.

In anticipation of this I have found some of my old work and would like to share it with you. And along the way I will be able to start sharing new pieces. I will warn you, some of work is dark however some is very quite funny. I had an amazing creative writing teacher and she helped shape me into the writer I am today.

This is one of the reasons I love blogging so much. Its lets me be myself and share my work and free my soul. I wrote this back in high school as a project and I thought it was so amazing how I used to pour out my soul in everything I did…

My name is Tamara Morgan and I love to write because it helps me grow, to express my feelings and for pure pleasure. Throughout my years, I found that I have naturally loved to read and I am very fascinated on how powerfully authors can make their writing. Despite that, to release stress I write in my journal everyday and pour my feelings and emotions all over the page like a painter would a blank canvas. Above all that, I also write to grow, such as in school, I can get help from students to edit, which helps tremendously. Whereas, I also write for pleaser because it lets me say what is on my mind, but it is still personal. I love writing. As I have said, my name is Tamara Morgan and I love to write for the purpose of my own true desire.

So here is the first piece I want to share with you…

Music in the Breeze

Written by Tamara Morgan

as I walk my dog though the fallen dead leaves
he unexpectedly stopped and blankly stares in to the dark
I suddenly here music in the breeze
looking up seeing nothing, he begins to bark
I look for the source of the music but to my despair
the trees are blank and in the sky nothing but stars
I see nothing that can compare
where is this coming from, music from mars?
it can’t be from that far away, I ponder
I look in to the darkness of the night
how far in these woods must I wonder
these trees they give me such fright
the dog barks and wakes me from my dream
we haven’t entered the forest it was so real , or so it would seem
 

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