Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Fellow Writing Junkies
Dearest empath, journeyman, creator. Dear soft hearted adventurous spirit. Dear imagination inclined writer, To all of you who anxiously jot down a moment or phrase that has stolen a place in your heart. I see you. Those of you waking in the night to a thought or melody that must be heard, thank you. I recognize the excitement in your bloodshot, insomniac, coffee fueled eyes, and I can’t wait to read what you’ve created. Thank you for journaling, reshaping and pouring your hearts out on paper. Thank you for preparing and offering it to us like a fabulous feast, shared with family. Your work, your words, your experiences - move me. You touch places and emotions in me that I thought I had lost. Some I have never had before. Never had the notion, until you gave it to me. Thank you. This letter was inspired by another writer, Caroline. Although, truth be told, all of my aquatintences here, have aided me, encouraged me, critiqued me, praised me and most of all they opened their lives, flaws and all, to me. Revealing their worlds and the adventures of the worlds living in their minds . Wow- thank you! I hope this letter finds you well and happy, and gives you a spark. Knowing that your efforts are more than words on paper. They have developed a life of their own, sustaining another soul. Thank you. Until we read again, K
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Abhorrent Behavior
Dear Hate, Or do you prefer Mr. Grumbles, Grouch potato or annoyed as shitmeister? I know, I know, you hate all the cheery "dear" crap. In fact, I'm sure you hate that I am writing to you at all. You'll probably hate the size of the text or hate the choice of font. You probably even hate that it's typed and not handwritten.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I Still Believe In Promises
Promises don't always bring happy, hope isn't always good news. Romance is much more than sappy, happiness can be found in the blues. Forever can just mean tomorrow, longing can last more than your life. Joy rises out of the sorrow, resolution can come out of strife. Goodbyes don't mean forever, hellos usher in a farewell. Friendships make for good lovers,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
When Hummingbirds Pause
When manic relaxes a moment and frantic finally slows down When havoc has pause to rejuvenate and crazy takes a break and sits down When slumber softly serenades silly and chaos carefully caresses serene When the hummingbirds find rest from it's humming in the stillness that comes from between When fine fuzzy feathers cease flapping reasons to rest make their way back around When silence truly is golden needs are met, without making a sound
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
When Social Is Too Social
Dear social media, I have spent a couple years in denial of just how powerful you are. I have listened to many say what a wonderful form of expression you offer, I have also heard many say how dangerous and exploiting you can be. I honestly thought they were giving you too much credit. After all, you are just blank space and a keyboard, that I have taken advantage of myself.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
