Happy New Year 2019!

A glorious year ahead of us

It’s official. 2018 is gone! Fireworks are blaring outside my window and shooting up over skyscrapers. What a wonderful year of ups and downs and I’ve got all of you to thank for joining me on this journey.

It’s the first day of 2019 and the year has already greeted me with brand new waves of inspiration and challenges.

In this past year of 2018, I fell into the wonderful world of poetry and have been loving the creative challenge of putting the images and emotions in my head into artful expressive stanzas. If you’re interested in my poetry, please check it out right here.

However this year, I’m hoping to return to my storytelling roots. So look out 2019, there will be stories coming your way. Don’t fret though, poetry lovers. There’ll still be plenty of poetry coming for you.

Updates will be a little slow as writing might take a back seat due to the personal challenges 2019 has already thrown me. Not just writing challenges, but also challenges at home. Despite all this, I still believe that this year holds just as much promise for hope as the last. So let’s raise our glasses to the beginning of another very fruitful year. Happy New Year and God bless you all.

Yours truly,

Haunting Angel

Christmas: For Less and More (Full Poem)

2018: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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Water lilies in a pond

Filled with sweet perfume

Throw in a penny, make a wish

And see if it would bloom

 

If it doesn’t,

Throw in a few more

And see what it would do

Would it open on a cloudy day,

Unfold its petals for you?

 

Sell your car,

Go to the market,

And buy yourself a friend

Can you guarantee he’ll be with you

‘Til the very end?

 

How about peace?

Would sleeping pills

And a little codeine do?

An army for your nightmares

‘Til the sky is bright and blue?

 

Many a problem in the world

Does money seem to sort,

But once in awhile, we stop to ponder

Why it’s fallen short

Of our demands and expectations

On those unfortunate days

When with it, in desperation

We still can’t get our way

 

On this Christmas,

Let us pause; let us appreciate

Love, joy, peace, and friendships,

They don’t depreciate

 

And do this if we can,

Every day, make our days worthwhile

So if we get to heaven,

Our treasure would be stocked up in a pile

Just A Little Update

Hi everyone,

I know I’ve been rather quiet for awhile. This was because my laptop broke and am borrowing someone’s computer for very limited time each day to work on what I do. Also, these offline period has gotten me more inspired to go into a slightly different direction with my stories. So thank you all for your patience. I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year until I come back.

Yours truly,

Angel

Room 675 – Red Horizons Hotel

Where the horror extends past Halloween night

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August just found this out a few days ago — That according to his obituary, he is to be buried tomorrow: November 3rd, 2018 (a day shy of his 55th birthday). Find out what really happened to him when he checked into the Red Horizons hotel right here.

August’s story has been submitted as a contest entry for THE KEY thanks to the @storytellerssaloon on Wattpad. He’d also like to let you know that he appreciates being heard from where he is and we both thank you in advance for reading his story.

If you like what you read, please feel free to vote. Thank you for your time and if you’ve celebrated halloween, please let me know in the comments how yours went. 🙂

See you again soon.

Love from us both,
       Angel and August

Touches of Heaven

Spread the love, Plant the seed

Telephone calls from old friends – Smiling faces on both ends

Oh yes, the memories were great – A kiss on my very first date

Umbrella in a storm to dread – In a stranger’s hand over my head

Choir of angels, Christmas day – Chicken soup, no need to pay

Hands to lift when you are down – Hot cocoa, love all around

Expect nothing in return – Love’s not something that you earn

Sleepy heads on overtime – Here’s a blanket for the meantime

 

Out of the darkness, into the light – Soup for an orphan, a kiss goodnight

Frozen grapes in the summer heat – Food when you don’t deserve to eat

 

Hyacinths and marigolds – Bless those lovely hearts of gold

Everywhere they walk, they go – Each one an unsung hero

A gift with no strings attached – God’s grace can’t be outmatched

Very precious, priceless indeed – When we help each other in need

Encourage someone, do a good deed – Spread the love, plant the seed

New springs bloom for a tomorrow – For a time with much less sorrow

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“Touches of Heaven” was the winning poem for week 5 round (acrostic poem) of the 3rd Annual Biggest Conpetition Ever — 2018.

Thank you for coming by. Please leave me your two cents before you go. I’d love to hear from you. Have a great day! 🙂

From Faraway, with Love

Love Knows No Distance

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Photo credits: This work, “From Faraway, with Love 1”, is a derivative of “bicycle night in the rain” by CLAUDIA DEA used under CC BY 2.0. “From Faraway, with Love 1” is licensed under CC BY 2.0 by Haunting Angel/ Esther Lum.

This poem was submitted as an entry in the Week 4 (13-word poetry) round of the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018 organized by the PoetsPub. So please check it out if you will. Also, if you have any thoughts about this or about what you’d like to see next, please leave me a comment. Thank you all for coming and have a nice day. 🙂

Marooned

A gibberish poem by glassEyed

I am made of gibberish

Gibberish cells

Gibberish tissues

Gibberish particles

Gibberish ideas

Gibberish tastes;

It began with me breathing in gibberish,

The way one drinks in reality –

Hesitantly, hesitantly,

Inevitably.

Now I have been named gibberish names

Clothed in gibberish drapes

I speak a gibberish tongue

Draw gibberish on my palms.

See they say to leave you gotta get lost

So I got lost in gibberish the way one gets lost in reality –

Willingly, willingly,

Inevitably.

Marooned in a world of symmetry,

Of rhyme and parabolas, of directions and rulers

Gibberish became my raft to reach nowhere land –

Which does not exist but exists in its non-existence

The way gibberish exists in my existence,

(Seeping through all the pores of my being)

But somehow the world says is non-existent.

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Credits: ‘Marooned by glassEyed is an entry for the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018  © glassEyed 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on www.hauntingangel.com with glassEyed’s blessing and permission. | “Gibberish” is a derivative work made of images under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.

 

Dead Silence

come Closer

YOU. Yes, you.
Now let me look at you
My brown eyes, dead
but they are open still

My lips don’t part
Not a sound, not a word,
Just a breath of flowers
To cover this corner

Blue, purple, pink, red
Golden rays of sunshine,
Can’t show it on my face;
Can’t contain it in my mind

Make sense of these colours
Or would you call it nonsense?
Call it what you will,
This EXPLOSION in my silence

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This poem has been entered into the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever -2018 organized by the PoetsPub. If you liked this poem, please show it some love by voting for it here. This contest is open publicly Wattpad-wide. So if you’re an aspiring poet or would like to try your hand at poetry, this could be the place for you.