Showing posts with label heartache. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heartache. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Random Thoughts by BJ Neblett

Hello again and thanks for clicking in. Enjoy these random thoughts and quotes. And then click over to my writer's blog (the link is on the right) for some updates on my books and stories.Thanks.
Peace,
BJ

“I am just a roadside attraction on your journey down life’s highway, a place you stop briefly before moving on. Years from now, in a long forgotten box of memories, you’ll come across one of my souvenirs and think of me. And maybe you’ll smile.”
                        BJ Neblett (8-2016)

“Every journey must proceed at its own pace, each step following the other in its proper order. For that is the way of life.”
                        Planet Alt-Sete-Nine by BJ Neblett (7-2016)

“It’s not what you see, but what you believe. It’s not what you fear, but what you trust. It’s not what you love, but the love you give.”
                        Princess Haylee from Princess Haylee by BJ Neblett (7-2016)

“It’s not what is said, it’s how it is spoken; it’s not what you write, it’s how it is written; it’s not what’s implied, it’s what’s inferred.”
                        BJ Neblett (from the essay Flash Fiction)

“You’ve got to have ice cream to write good romance.”
                        BJ Neblett

“The half empty container of warm beer in my hand was the perfect metaphor for our relationship.”
                        From Beer And Broken Dreams by BJ Neblett

“Some of my best writing has come at the hands of heartache and frustration. Being totally crazy about someone you cannot have is great food for inspiration.”
                        From Beer And Broken Dreams by BJ Neblett

“The two greatest assets a writer can have are an unbridled imagination and to have lived an unabashed life.”
                        From All The Wrong Places by BJ Neblett

“Where exactly lays that fine line between hopeless romantic and helpless fool?”
                        From Beer And Broken Dreams by  BJ Neblett

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Sunday 2014 by BJ Neblett

A beautiful sunny Sunday can do wonders for the spirit and the muse and the memory. As you enjoy this Easter Sunday, please enjoy this special new poem.
Peace,
BJ

Easter Sunday, 2014
BJ Neblett
© 2014

I bought a bouquet
of tulips yesterday.
They reminded me of you.
The farmer’s market
where I bought them
was busy with people.
But the man selling the
tiny donuts you loved
wasn’t there.
So I had a bagel
with my Sunday paper
at Starbucks.
I placed the flowers in a vase
next to the picture
of you at the tulip
festival last year.
It made me smile.
When I returned home
from shopping
I thought you were here.
But it was just the scent
of the flowers.
It made me dream
of you again.
The pillow where
you lay your head
remained cold and barren.

I bought a bouquet
of tulips yesterday.
They reminded me of you.
Today I threw them
in the trash.

                 Seattle, WA
                 April, 2014

Sunday, December 8, 2013

A Couple of Very Special Poems by BJ Neblett

Hi again and thanks for visiting. Here are a few recently inspired poems and musings. Enjoy and be sure to 'like' 'link' and comment. Also, I have two new stories published on Short Story Me. The link is below. Thanks.
BJ
Short Story Me: Short Story Me
Poems
© 2013

If I had kissed you
Tell me what would you have done
Kiss me back or run


                                             Loving you is like walking between raindrops


                   Specter of my dreams
                   She comes to me in the night
                   Love I'll never know


Though we never kissed
Of all my loves come and gone
I miss you the most


                                   Would you hold gently
                                   If I reached to take your hand
                                   Would you understand

Thursday, July 25, 2013

For Love by BJ Neblett

For Love
by BJ Neblett
© 2013

He killed himself
Slowly
Little by little

He couldn’t help himself
He couldn’t stop
He was who he was
It couldn’t be any other way

He took his own life
One day at a time
Till there was nothing left

It was suicide


Cause of death: A self-inflicted broken heart