When the moon hits your eye..

This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.

"He look just like me." Was all he could utter when he looked at lil' Kofi. He swore he was lookin' in the mirror. Looking at his son was the most beautiful thing he ever seen. "Of course he looks like you." Hope had said softly from the hospital bed "He is you." Vixen grinned, and tried to hold in his emotions. "You right." Deonte would have loved to see his lil nephew. It would have been even better if he knew he was gonna be a daddy. It had been one year since Deonte was gone. He couldn't believe his best friend was dead laying in the hospital. A coma was the only thing between him and life. They already said he was ready to pull the plug. Talisha would never let that happen. The depression weighed her down, but her hopes on Deonte was all she held on to. When doctors say that he may be coming out of a coma soon, everyone is uplifted. That's all they needed to hold on to. That catch: he has to be up and responsive in two months, or the plug had to be pulled. Will the race for Deonte save him, or be the death to him? The fight comes within himself: he has to fight for his own life.

Haiku for my missing kitty, to engender good thoughts, wishes & creative ideas for his return, along with a bit of poetry for my WP friends.

i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to do with either.

I walk as I'm about to tear up at the thoughts in my mind of losing my brother, my mom comes to me and Noor squeezes my hand when she hears me sniffing. My dad and Noor have always been the strong ones. Rayyan is also strong. Mom and I are the weak ones. We have to sit out of the room waiting for the doctor to tell us when we can see him, or just wait for the doctor. 30mins later the doctor walks out if his room with no emotions. I have fear whatever he says is not gonna be good. "Mr. and Mrs. Asif I'm afraid we couldn't save your son. Enjoy Hey I'm not good at descriptions so read If your interested !!