Oh, December, you magical thing,

With frosty air and the joy you bring.

Twinkling lights and laughter abound,

In every corner, cheer is found.

Scarves and mittens, snug and tight,

Faces glowing in candlelight.

Cookies baking, their scent so sweet,

A season of love feels so complete.

Snowflakes dance in a winter’s waltz,

Nature's glitter, free of faults.

Children’s giggles fill the air,

As magic lingers everywhere.

Hot cocoa cups and stories told,

Memories made worth more than gold.

A time to give, to hug, to share,

To show the ones you love, you care.

Oh, December, you’re soft and kind,

Wrapping the year in peace of mind.

Let’s savor you, both near and far,

Our final wish, a shooting star.

© 2024 A.M. Roberts. All rights reserved.

Hey everyone,

It’s been a while since I’ve put pen to paper—or rather, fingers to keyboard. Life has been a whirlwind lately, and I’ve found myself caught in a bit of a writer’s block. With so much going on—mom life, work, baking, extra courses, and a growing list of tasks—I’ve been hanging on, juggling it all the best I can.

Even though I haven’t been writing, I’ve still been reading here and there. Your stories, thoughts, and creativity have been like little sparks of inspiration for me. They remind me of the magic of storytelling and the joy of sharing ideas, even when I can’t quite translate my own thoughts into words right now.

To anyone else who might be struggling to find balance or feeling overwhelmed: you’re not alone. Let’s keep pushing forward together. Life may be busy, but there’s always time to connect, reflect, and create—if only in little pockets of time.

I hope everyone is doing well and finding joy in your own journeys. Here’s to picking up the pen (or keyboard) again, one day at a time.

XoXo,

AMR

When latte goes down

sunset like lava

like when it comes

right back bottom up

and sits us on the cold

chair in some office

where it snows deep

inside behind the eyes

and we must sport

glasses for the blue

light that reflects

out from us, smart

and artificial as some

vomit on the carpet

the colors of paint

that jog the memory

of when we were 3

12.04.2024

Something funny

That I have discovered

The more I rely on my own strength

The weaker I become

Like Lucifer

I deny and separate

In so doing I wound myself

In fear I try to lift and carry it all

And so I fall

Broken

Again and again

I believe that God is the lesson in every wound

God is every gift, that comes unbidden

He is a patient, but strict teacher

Who wants what’s best for you

He will let you scream and yell

And shake your fists ’till you tire

And tears run down burning cheeks

Hot with anger turned cool in his oppressive grace

He is the little flame, that gently melts hearts of hardened ice

He forgives the unforgiven

Simply knowing, without a word

He takes the burden from your back

Though you gnash your teeth and fight for your “right” to suffer

He does it all, for no reason at all

For the great

And for the small

For the great…

For the small

For us all

They wake with light, two sparks so bright,

In their eyes, worlds of wonder and delight.

Hand in hand, they lead me on,

To lands unknown, at the break of dawn.

With laughter wild, they chase the breeze,

Climbing high, as if the trees

Hold secret whispers just for them—

My heart beats loud as their little hymn.

Through starlit dreams, their voices ring,

Tiny adventures in everything.

They hold my heart, fierce and free,

Two souls bound, forever with me.

© 2024 A.M. Roberts. All rights reserved.

He emptied our cup

Of tomorrow’s blood eyed sorrow,

Christened to sup

Under dusk’s bruised halo,

The feast of slaughtered Lamb

Spoilt to a burnt upset,

As the pulpy fat of sacrifice

Boiled up infinite love

In the punishing seizures

Of jealous flame.

The line began to blur

(Scrawled by invisible hands)

And a crucified chalk body outline

Added martyr and menace,

To the pastoral hideaway

Choked by thorny breach.

The betraying kiss,

A spear of nettle

Through royal hyacinth.

I could do without

podcasts and reels

they have stolen seconds

& many conversations

leaving my heart half empty.

I miss us before the algorithm knew you better than me

before the internet became

a living thing

breathing down our necks.

You always know all the stories before I can share them.

Always in two places at once

one foot in the cloud

the other tethered to my heart

like a forgotten balloon that somehow still has air

still holding onto

the last breath of us

This is not an ideological endorsement or political speech, but just a simple wake up call to the immeasurable value of humanity that we must raise above wars, assassin’s bullets, morose tragedies and other perils.

Nobody wins in any type of war.

The collateral damage cuts through bone, touching

the soul.

Perhaps the political climate is inherently engineered to pit person against person, when partisan ideology is worshipped more than both God and loving our neighbor as ourself.

I don’t believe we should be blind to ongoing corruption and injustice that can straddle both parties, but we must divorce internal upset from hate, and utilize our humanity with composure.

For what it’s worth.

We learned together,

together we failed

and together we rose

until the end of our days

when our stories were old.

But, in that moment,

we were just kids,

sharing the gift of being friends.

This constant state to recreate

Dominates the majority

Of the human race.

But perhaps this is the way,

This constant striving, trying, reaching...

To just be,

That is the blissful way, yes,

And it holds sometimes, for a bit.

In my pangs of want,

I'll think, maybe I could do it better.

Make me better.

But I like surprises.

And I'm waiting to see

What I'll become.