Afterthoughts

By Sasha Pruett

The spirit may be delicate, but it's hard to kill. The ups and downs of life can be drastic. Emerse yourself in the words of life and death, love and hate, sufferring and redemption. Poems to make you think, to make you sigh, to make you laugh, to make you cry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BeLe Publishing
• Release date: Sep 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466172364

Sasha Pruett

Author Sasha Pruett has been writing for more than two decades in various genres from horror to sci-fi, fantasy and adventure. She resides in the south with her husband of more than twenty years where she enjoys taking care of her home and pets. She is an avid reader and gamer and has many hobbies including music, painting, crafting, knitting and more.When asked about what started her desire to become a writer she states, "It wasn't really something I decided like some people do, it wasn't one of those, 'When I grow up I want to be a writer,' or 'I'm going to write a book one day.' It was just something that was a part of who I was; who I am, something that was natural from the time I could remember, something I did that flowed from me. When I was nine I had an idea that I told my father I was going to write a book from, but that was more for myself and for him since he was always interested in my writing. The thought of being a writer was nowhere in my mind since I had so many other interests until years later when I decided to write down a list of all the different story ideas I had. To my surprise there were nearly two dozen ideas on that list and it quickly grew. That was when it hit me, when I realized I had always been a writer and all those short stories I had enjoyed writing over the years were just practice."With a binder filled with over one-hundred storylines and rough drafts she has no shortage of material to keep novels coming for years.

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Afterthoughts

By: Sasha Pruett

(C) 1998

Smashwords Edition

The Gift of Life

You are the sun,

That warms me by day,

You are the moon,

That cools me at night,

You are the life; my life,

Which I will always love and treasure.

Him in the Box

He's like the Jack-in-the-box,

All closed up inside,

But after a time of turning and turning,

He emerges like Jack,

But he is shaky and wobbly,

Don't hurt or put him down at all,

Or he'll close up,

And you'll find yourself again,

Turning to earn his trust once more.

Silence

Silence is the wind,

Gently blowing through the trees,

The clocks tic tock tic tocking away,

The birds and the insects talking aloud,

With silence there is peace.

Regrets

He's like the crook on the streets,

Alone; it's just him and his shadow of loneliness,

All he ever desired was one caring friend,

But he lay shivering in the cold, damp, street,

A result of the harsh, closed up, cold life,

That had begun as a child,

No one cared and no one listened,

They ignored him as the dream lost in the night,

The simple blade of grass in their dreams,

No one knew what happened to him,

It was just as well,

For they did not care,

They paid no attention,

He regretted everything,

He grew in loneliness,

And he died in it too.

Can You Ever Get Away

Imagine yourself