Friends by Ken Parson

This submission has such depth for many reasons. This was submitted by Lynn Parson. It was written by her late husband Ken. I find it amazing and so touching because Ken is the father of my life long best friend Teresa. His words speak so true of his daughter and the values he taught her in being a good friend. This poem is quite bittersweet, I wish he were with us to see his name in print, and to see the difference he made in this world, through his words, his life, and the legacy he left behind. Ken I know you are shining down on us and smiling, I can see that familiar smile and I know your children and Lynn feel so blessed that you left them with such beautiful memories. I thank you Lynn for sharing this with the world and hope you will submit more of his work. 

Friends

A friend is always there.. in the good times and the bad
They take away your pain.. when they know your heart is sad
A friend will always have an ear.. to listen to your thoughts
Never passing judgment.. and never finding fault.

A friend will care about you.. how you feel from deep within
They realize that they don’t know.. the shoes that you walk in
A friend will always have a hand.. Stretched out for you to hold
To offer gentle comfort.. when all others seem so cold.

A friend will laugh with you.. And at times they’ll also cry
They do what is needed.. And they never say goodbye
A friend always has open arms.. and a hug that is full of love
All in all I guess a friend.. is a gift sent from up above.


                                 Ken Parson

Copyright 2014

Pain by Alana Joy

Thank you for this truly touching submission by Alana Joy. Writing, many times takes courage and the outcome can bring forth a sense of relief. I am very honored that you have shared this personal piece of yourself with us. Write On. 

 Pain

The world can be very cruel at times but I think its worst cruelty is taking a young life. 
May 9, 2013 was the day not only I, but my family and many friends lost someone we had only had the opportunity love for only 17 years and not a day since then has passed that I have not thought about him. 
All the ridicule I had received at school for knowing about the situation. I was one of the first to receive the text when he first got to the hospital before we knew he would even make it as long as he was able to and people rudely would ask "How do you know anything about him?" and I reply with "He was my cousin, we grew up closely together."

 We never talked much at school, just smiles and waves in the hallway but those late nights at sleepover of playing board games until five in the morning and one of us falling asleep first. Whether it were me, him, his sister, or brother.

Usually his sister or the nights we would get the four wheeler and all load on for a ride... and the countless times I have fallen of the back rack of the four wheeler. All the times we went swimming together, played in the woods. You may not physically be with us anymore but you will never be forgotten

. Even to the day I saw you lying lifeless in that harsh box. Hair slicked back in your Duke Blue Devils shirt. Cheeks and chest hollow, eyes shut, face colorless. You’d never looked worse. I told you I loved you and how much I'd miss you but I couldn't bare to do it in one sitting, it was so hard to look at you and know you weren't going to say something funny back to me

. All the photos of you with friends flashing across the screen with sad songs in the background. Your friends and our family walking around so grim. I cried an hour before bed every night straight for nearly two weeks.

Some nights, like tonight, I still do. I love you more than I had ever told you and I wish I had let you know. But I'm sure you do.

Alana Joy

Copyright 2014 

War by Brett Griggs

Our very first submission. I am overjoyed. I want to say a huge thank you to Mr. Brett Griggs who submitted his work immediately after this blog went live. I also like to include background if I can, as to acquaint you with the person who penned the work. He tells me this was the very first poem he ever wrote. Excellent job Brett, Write On! 

War

Fight inside a world,

Visualize the hate.

As napalm rips through sanity,

We fall unto a darkened state.

They threaten us with bloody siege

And tear us from the womb.

They desecrate through inhumanity,

Enclose us in the tomb.

Now I lay me down to die,

Blackened and so alone.

Till a child shall find my body

And finally bring me home.

 

Brett Kyle Griggs

Copyright © 2009

Welcome to Write On

Welcome to "Write On"! 

It has been a dream of mine for a very long time to give the gift of writing to others. With this blog I hope to accomplish just that. I have used writing as a release since I was a small child. Every single person has something they want to say, and sometimes it is easier to convey it per the written word rather than the spoken word. Writing changed my life, it gave me a creative outlet and has been a faithful friend to me in all the stages and times of my life. I have created this blog for people of all ages; and to encourage writing and help others see what a blessing it is. Also there is a such a rush that comes from seeing your name in print, which will happen on this blog. 

Write On is open to all ages, I welcome adults and children to submit, I love the words of  our youth and teens as well as all the ages before and after. There is no age limit, we all have a written voice and I want to see it here. There is no cost, just a few simple guidelines, I want to work with people who are unpublished, those that are know the joy of seeing your name and words in print. I ask that your submissions be free of vulgarity. Write from your heart, be free, be silly, be outspoken. Talk about an issue that weighs on you, a personal joy, poetry or a story that you have created. It is my hope that this blog will skyrocket and everyone will find the passion and deep love that I have come to know through writing. Email me anytime with questions, submissions and comments at peoplewriteon@gmail.com

When you submit I will read over it and promptly post it here for all the world to see and also on the new facebook page I am in the process of creating. I truly hope to hear from you soon. Parents, encourage your kids to write on with me, and YOU, you over there reading this, I want to see you writing too! 

Much love to you my friends and I can't wait for this to take off and fly!

Teresa Hardister