I decided to follow my passion and dive into a dream. I wrote and designed my children’s book series entitled”Aunty C” . Aunty C children books are aimed to educate, entertain and for the busy mom and dads ‘distract our lovely children for at least a few minutes :). Each book will bring parents and their little ones on an exciting story-telling adventure with surprise activities!.
© Copyright 2017 Crystal (Blake) Morrant.
Aunty C Children’s Books and its contents are the property of the writer Crystal Morrant. No portion of Aunty C Children’s Books may be performed, reproduced or used by any means, or disclosed to, quoted or published in any medium without the prior written consent of the writer-Crystal Morrant.
Her lips never said much
But her actions were very loud
Left in a maze
Chasing the unknown and tired of chasing
Left alone with the thoughts of a girl who wants to be left alone
Whenever I look for a thought to be happy, I think of you
I wish you would change my reality…It’s been sadness without you
After looking at what could have, should have, might have been
You have just wasted the time that could be used to decide what is
and if it isn’t yet?
Then you just realized that you need to use that energy making it happen
When I close my eyes I see possibilities
This can, might, maybe, if only, oddly enough, may even HAPPEN
I am a lighter sleeper so I no longer limit my dreams in sleep
I dream while I read, walk, run, even relax
Mind constantly battling with images of imagination and twists of reality
Why should I be confined to where my body is when my mind can travel through a key hole
I am whatever I am until I decide to be something else
Love, success, happiness it is all one big collage
Reality tries to hold me every now and again but I am always somewhere else
Even now as I write I’ve already seen three other ways to end this poem
So while I continue to evaluate which of the three I like the best
Dream catchers hunt ….
Woke up today in empty sheets
Feeling as though a part of me was to be there, but it’s not
How is it possible to feel empty, yet you can’t recall feeling fulfilled at any point either?
Am I missing something that was never there?
Looking in my mirror to a reflection of my soul and knowing in my heart something is wrong
Holding myself tight as though I am cold in this tropical climate
Knowing that maybe if you were to stand behind me and hold me I’d be ok
But who are ‘you’ what is this thing I am searching for?
How can I fill my sheets when I don’t even know what needs to be in it?
For once, just once I’d like to wake up feeling as though the empty spaces are filled
I cannot take another Month alone from you … whoever you are
Since this world has failed me and I refuse to search anymore
My mind is like my petri dish so I create … my own
I don’t know who it will be; he or she
and who cares, as long as they are with me
I’ll write the words they will speak to me; dusting off those antique books the 21st century ceases to use
We’ll build the world my mother’s,mother’s, mother’s mother lived
We will talk… not a cell phone nor a friend request
The only weapon allowed in this world… shall be TRUTH