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Jan 24 · 160
It Isn’t Fair
A Harris Jan 24
It isn’t fair, this time not promised,
this limited time we’re given;
but rest assured I’m using it to really be living.
Such beautiful things brought before me,
only to be taken away
I guess never belonged to me anyway.
Soak it all in,
breath by breath;
embedding the moments I don’t want to forget.
How is it that time won’t slow and be kind,
But it sure likes to remind me of days gone by?
Just some random deep thinking.
Dec 2019 · 300
Don’t Ask Me
A Harris Dec 2019
No, I do not  know the next time I’ll be out,
Especially, not with you
Things never said, so much doubt
Don’t ask me.
Such superficial encounters are no longer of interest
Lay it to rest
I am not your “go to” when things  go west
No,I do not miss you
You took for granted how I placed you on a pedestal back in the day
Just to see your insecurities bleed through, you pushed me away
And now you want to pull me in to Your loneliness
Don’t ask me
No, I am not free,
Just because you drove from Chicago to entertain yourself here
I’m sure there are plenty of other girls for you to endear
Don’t ask me
writing from a place of growth and self-love
Nov 2019 · 345
A Harris Nov 2019
A hand on your face
Lips wet to the touch
Smudging you with kisses
I love you so much..
Short but fun, outside of my spectrum of writing! Feel free to add on! Love to collab!
Nov 2019 · 253
A Harris Nov 2019
They come in unannounced,
united, and uninvited,
demanding my attention
my hands and body are in pose with contention
at the fault of being self aware
I let these thoughts linger,
letting them leave their mark
streaks, smudges and smears
leaving when they please, only to soon return
Tears down my face,
Lord where is the grace?
A curse at times of the mindful
Writing about my first experience with meditation and the struggles that came
Oct 2019 · 119
Beneath me
A Harris Oct 2019
Two steps into the green and
I kneel over to pull from the earth,
closing my eyes to make a wish
from the dandelions I have made
thousands of wishes from before.
It’s my way of sharing my secrets to the universe, whispering to the divine.
A.Harris 2019
Jun 2019 · 338
Like a River
A Harris Jun 2019
Thoughts tangled and frayed in this mind
Nothing left to do but to let them unwind
controlled chaos
And feelings, oh the feelings
Creeping in and leaving its silt
Occasional chipping at the deposits that it has built
There’s such beauty in its power
Yet it can be so destructive
Jun 2019 · 719
Writing prompts
A Harris Jun 2019
I don’t see many on here but I’d like to start the chain if others are interested in chiming in on this too!!
First prompt-sunshine! Love to hear from you lovely writers!
Share your ideas with hashtag prompts!! ;)
Here’s my 10 w
Eyes are closed but I can see the golden glow
Don’t be shy
Apr 2019 · 348
A Harris Apr 2019
The universe is begging for a listen, with its stars and moon that glisten
and yet I push away her words,
But she demands them to be heard.
I acknowledge the attempt but
I’m not ready to hear what I already know, because that would put an end to this show; pushing me to build a new chapter in my life.
Not ready
Not ready
Until then I’ll just go with the flow,
Maybe tomorrow...
Mar 2019 · 203
A Harris Mar 2019
The chase leads me past the people, shadows and noise
Glancing Up at the sky;
Anywhere, trying to find
Something, anything to fill me up
(It should not be so hard)
Waiting for nothing and everything
It’s the standstill that eats at me, so I go on seeking what is supposed to be seeking me
Longing for what I don’t know
Feeling a stranger to myself
Wandering aimlessly
but until then,
I’ll keep looking
mood these days
Dec 2018 · 217
The Power of a Girl
A Harris Dec 2018
These tears I cry aren’t meant for you
They are for the girl I long to return to
The girl with dreams that carried her away
To ideas of travel and love and to change the world,
but something led me astray
My heart demands that I return to that little girl ,who I held so close.
My heart screams and tugs, unable to ignore, who I was once before.
I’m taking my power back, the power of a girl.
I take her hand and make sure to never leave her behind.
I wrote this as my soul somehow needed to share to the world what I feel other women feel at times too
Nov 2018 · 690
37 Degrees
A Harris Nov 2018
I no longer dread winter's hand.

The cold now seems to ward off the darkness,

that tends to seep into my mind, like sand.

It preserves my youthful soul.
This came to mind walking on my lunch break :)
Oct 2018 · 733
A Harris Oct 2018
It creeps in, when it wants,
my soul, it taunts
the push and pull of despair,
so surreal, tugging me to kneel in prayer,
long enough to catch my breath,
oh but it is life and death...
time for some yoga!
Aug 2018 · 749
Diamonds in the Sky
A Harris Aug 2018
The glow follows the horizon between sleep and the morning light.
Here we also see the starry night.
What ponders in the minds of those looking off in the distance?
There is an air of togetherness that weaves its way through.
Shall they make a wish with me too?
May 2018 · 350
Sunday Getaway
A Harris May 2018
I'm am sure that there have been so many other beautiful days;
but this one had set itself apart.

It was as if the universe conspired at its best to give me this break.

The river glistened and nature was ever so inviting;
and I was intrigued.

Early afternoon gave me rise to the blood in my veins;
full of life.

The wind casted calm in my soul and all around
was the wild that encompassed my heart;
reality and a daydream, hard to tell apart.

Other sun seekers accompanied  just down the river,
giving the occasional glance to each other;
so close but so far away.
Fishing and laying about for hours

The weather seasoned me with summer lust.
Mar 2018 · 3.9k
The Journey
A Harris Mar 2018
Stale air takes the stage in this office,
With the dust of many conversations held.
Many come in  broken down and disheveled.
These exchanges primarily hold premise about getting away from
the void that they have carried for far too long.
It has left pieces of them scattered, for others to collect.
In time these souls learn to put themselves back together in hopes
That they might not break again and in the process heal inside.
An lifelong battle but a worthy one.
Just a reflection in the profession that I am in and the desire to help individuals.
Jan 2018 · 324
A Harris Jan 2018
I stand along the brick wall, eyes closed, feeling the sun and the cool breeze against my cheeks and think of how sweet and grateful I am for this life.
In such a short instance, time has stopped for me to appreciate it.
I couldn't help but write about how beautiful it was having stepped outside and away from work. Feel free to contribute to this write, love hearing from others perspectives on little moments that capture us!
Dec 2017 · 294
On occasion
A Harris Dec 2017
This winter wonderland puts me in a trance;
Imagining a life not yet lived; a little glance.
But slumber keeps calling my name.
Snowflakes kiss the air, and glitters all around.
But slumber keeps calling my name.
Seeking the comfort of all things warm; you will find me under blankets and with coffee for days...
But slumber keeps calling my name.
And soaking in the moments I have with those, whom I adore,
I look to brush time away once more,
But slumber keeps calling my name.
As the evening creeps in,
I am pensive as the bustle slows down, and the silence inhabits the cold,
Slumber inhabits me too...
fun with chant, a work in progress..
Oct 2017 · 332
Where Do The Years Go?
A Harris Oct 2017
Do they get neatly tucked away in pockets, where it will never be retrieved,
or things left unsaid only to dissipate in our minds.
Where do the years go?
Are they memories stored of children playing and watching them grow or of all the love that has crossed our paths?
Is it music and dancing , when time seems to stand still?

We will probably never know..
Just something that came to mind to me today, I've been pensive lately. Feel free to add to the journey of this poem ;)
Sep 2017 · 287
People's Plight
A Harris Sep 2017
On the news,
in the papers,
lack of goodwill,
no real charity,
real world problems smudged
with distraction.
Will it ever change?
I have refrained from watching the news, and reading articles that seem much too negative for my taste, and ignoring the real issues at hand. Instead I try to keep busy, doing good in this world, even if just a little change I bring.
Sep 2017 · 336
After midnight thoughts..
A Harris Sep 2017
I miss the clarity of my mind I had when I was a child..fog now inhabits..
Maybe you guys can relate. Somehow I feel like there was a freshness in our minds as children that seems to fade as time passes...
Aug 2017 · 396
The Wall.
A Harris Aug 2017
I wish I could tell you that sometimes I'm terrified of life.
The negativity seems to scathe my soul,but yet somehow, I seem to push past the fear and get on with my day.
Fragile like porcelain doll, how did I get this way?
Optimistic at my best, I say to myself, that this too shall pass.
I wish I could tell you that it will be okay, because you might need to hear that too.
I'm fearless for others but not for myself.
Aug 2017 · 310
All of Me
A Harris Aug 2017
These eyes
An aspiration to see my way through life, objectively
These lips
A hope for clear and concise communication,
These hands
A desire to create, work and play,
These hips
A reminder of the feminine soul that encompasses,
These legs
A means of keeping me as a mover and shaker,
These Feet
A balance that helps me to remain grounded, even when foundations shift.
Jul 2017 · 350
A Harris Jul 2017
Soon the streets will be gilded,
Ever so lovely,
when the trees decide , it’s time.
Their leaves have not yet scattered, but waiting to shed old life.
Looking forward to the change ,
This insights change in me too.
Favorite season
Jul 2017 · 152
A Harris Jul 2017
Dragging around an unmotivated version of myself...
Reference I made to my sister in describing what depression felt like.
Jul 2017 · 384
Midnight's Dream
A Harris Jul 2017
The stars demanded my attention,
Filling the sky with their flare.
I quickly gathered our family together,
to run over the hill to marvel.
My dad was more reluctant to see what
All the excitement was about.
Having stayed behind,  maybe he knew
Something I didn’t at the time.
Perhaps the worlds end, but I didn’t want
to let this moment pass by, and miss the awe.
We kept running and running towards the light.
This is in reference to a dream that I had when I was younger..
Jun 2017 · 420
Taken Back
A Harris Jun 2017
Ending to the day,
with a hot and calming shower,
I look to rest my soul in the evening hour.
I'm brushing through my hair amid the vanity,
and I am taken back to seeing what is possibly a nine-year old identity.
Of course I smile, and become nostalgic of the time where cares and worries were not apparent, just a child, loving life.
And back to reality I went, just as quickly as it came,
longing to be her once again,
but time waits for no one.
Apr 2017 · 377
A Harris Apr 2017
Glimpses of hope bud among the trees and green,
give us much to look forward to.
It is the breeze that blows us in the direction towards life that we seek to continue, and dream about.
Warmth from the sun provides an unrealistic comfort, yet somehow
it is enough.
Spring of course, that subdues our winter blues.
©A. Harris 2017
Jan 2017 · 890
Low Level Despair
A Harris Jan 2017
Tenacity is called for in fighting the ominous battle with
Time goes by and I am well of aware of the imminent;
there is nothing to do but accept our destiny.
I feel like a stranger to myself, idling about waiting for nothing,
all the while busy in the day to day happenings.
I am patient for the day when the clouds lift and I am pulled from the depths and into the light.
Even so there is always that low level of despair that lingers...
©A. Harris 2017
Dec 2016 · 3.4k
A Harris Dec 2016
It was where you'd always sit, in unrest, with a forced smile, yet comfortable in your dwelling.
Seemingly broken but with a little hope stored away somewhere.
I saw an image that day, so surreal.
I could not help but let the tears flow, for I have missed you, more and more, since you let go.
Little instances when I feel you around, keep me curious and looking forward to life.
I momentarily feel the comfort and security you provided, and like the wind it sweeps away to find me on another day.
©A. Harris 2016
Dec 2016 · 1.2k
A Harris Dec 2016
No more need to fill this void,
my soul once insatiable, now redeemed;
far from destroyed.
To think that I was searching, mostly lost and hazy,
Had I only sat still and became comfortable with myself,
time could have been saved,
Although they say there is a time and place for everything..
So, here I am, someone freed, this person with no more need.
©A. Harris 2016
Oct 2016 · 760
The March
A Harris Oct 2016
Ever growing;
The soul is feasting,
taking intentful steps toward the infinite.
The march leads us to transcendence.
Oct 2016 · 631
Lust for Life
A Harris Oct 2016
Countdown, somewhere in the back of my mind,
telling me there isn't much time.
Not enough hours in the day, for all I want to do or say.
So many hopes, dreams and wishes to fulfill,
leaves me many times, at a standstill.
To sit and wonder the purpose for it all,
in such a brief experience, leaves me in awe.
I resume to my busyness  after these encounters, to carry on as I may,
thankful for each day.
Aug 2016 · 561
A Harris Aug 2016
Certainly surprised to make your acquaintance,
Brown eyes that make me feel, like I've met you before.
That smile (with all the light you cause to shine within) that makes the Marigolds sway and bloom, in this cavern of my mind.
A radiant individual, I look forward to getting to know.
I have yet to find your purpose, of a brief or long encounter, but appreciate it none the less.
Aug 2016 · 340
Second Half
A Harris Aug 2016
A mind reborn,
Reflecting  and attempting to change my course of action,
contemplation of mistakes and dreams,
only to realize the significance of time not promised.
A need to recognize my hearts' sanctions.
I read an article discussing two different parts of our lives by Carl Jung, which gave me inspiration in this writing.
Jul 2016 · 309
A Harris Jul 2016
Is the first sip of coffee in the morning
The silence that comes after mourning
Children’s laughter
Beautiful sunsets
Coming to terms with things
Goals accomplished
Affection with no return expected
Living with integrity
Helping humanity
Agreeing to disagree
Breezes on a hot day
Grace is all around us…many blind to it..
Jul 2016 · 423
Built Up
A Harris Jul 2016
Face with no definition,
A shadow, beyond recognition
Once was of you…

A void filled temporarily;
By my mind creating what I thought you should have been.
In and out of my thoughts; threads engrained.

Something that was never mine
It comes to intrude my heart when it wants, till this day
Patiently waiting, for the moment that my mind has deconstructed the idea of you.
Jul 2016 · 549
A Look Back
A Harris Jul 2016
It was those days amidst the teenage angst, that were taken for granted.
Where worries and the plight of humanity, were not quite apparent.
A freedom that carried naivety and innocence; fading as time passed by.
In the present, I briefly relive these moments, holding on to them with reverence.
Jul 2016 · 238
A Harris Jul 2016
A comfort settles deep inside, with the sound of thunder.
Jun 2016 · 263
Left to Wonder
A Harris Jun 2016

*2:00 A.M and I awaken by a phone call, knowing my father’s end was near,
No more suffering, no more fear.
Cancer had broken him down, into someone unrecognizable.
My dad had taken his last breathe, passing through this life.
It never really occurred to my mom that he would leave this way.
Always a lonely soul in this world, mind cluttered, and distracted with worry, in  every passing day.
Her sorrow could be heard in the message they left for me, creating disarray.
I came to realize everything would change for us.
So much left undone.
Many things left to finish and piece together.
A man of mystery that has left us to
wonder about whom this man was.
I pray that he finds peace and comfort, which he could not seem to find here.
May his next life be filled with grace,
Remains endeared.
May 2016 · 395
Home Grown Roses
A Harris May 2016
Darkness and regret-filled air encumbered the scene,
Always working towards my dream,
Serving endless amounts of spirits,
Providing delusions and exchanges for all to enjoy.
You sat at this table hesitant to introduce yourself,
But kindly smiled at me, and let your friends take care of the rest.
You had a bouquet of home grown roses, waiting for me, why?, I’ll never know.
Again your friend suggested we dance, and in agreement I went.
You were a quiet soul in a bar, you did not fit in.
Yet here you were to see me, and when we danced close, the world seemed to fade around you it seemed,
but at the time, I was consumed by an illusion, ******* in tangles with someone else I thought meant so much, I discounted you from the start.
Funny how the universe plays with our fate,
Giving us all of these chances for us to mistake.*
This actually happened to me while I was a waitress at a bar, about 12 years ago, and came to mind recently, have no idea why..
Apr 2016 · 797
Any Other Day
A Harris Apr 2016
I can’t help wanting to be away from everyone and everything, at this moment.
Routine seems to eat away at this free spirit of mine,
that cries out for something different; something meaningful.
Any other day, I am content with the mundane tasks of life, and being spread thin
Any other day, I wouldn’t mind the turmoil that resides within.
Ada Harris
Mar 2016 · 355
This Heart of Mine
A Harris Mar 2016
A lustrous compound; this heart of mine,
Guided and grounded, over a period of time.
It no longer waits to get over you,
For it is filled with love anew.
Mar 2016 · 324
The Dawn
A Harris Mar 2016
Lying here in this quaint room, with thoughts to roam as they please.
My body stuck with the need to move,
not wanting to stay grounded in the comfort of these sheets.
All winter I was content, in just letting things just be, but today, today, it's like a switch turned on in this body of mine, that is not used to this rush of life, for it is daylight savings time.
An awakening of the soul, from its dormant state.
Feb 2016 · 367
Do They Know?
A Harris Feb 2016
Wondered today, if my children know how much love I have for them.
I look forward to hearing all of their hopes, dreams and ideas, from each one.
I hope who they run to with their fears, sorrows, and insecurities is I, so that I may comfort them.
I want to be there for every part of them, as much as they will allow.
Do they know they are my world, with nothing I adorn more than them?
My breath, my heart, my soul.
Do they know?
Jan 2016 · 845
The Beginning of an End
A Harris Jan 2016
Memories sit near and far
But await the creation for new.
We leave behind lost hopes and dreams askew.
A passion is born again, this time of year,
although short lived, but it is you who decides it's destiny.
So dream and wonder, let your heart
Lead the way and grasp so tight ,
at this life you live,
don't ever let it go astray.
Happy New Year!!
Dec 2015 · 498
Friendship in the Making
A Harris Dec 2015
Brief conversation ignited here and there.
but little did I know, you had so much to share.
Shy from possible rejection, and fear of words leaving your mouth
all jumbled.
The fear was evident in the way you carried yourself,
guarded from what may have hurt you before,
leaving you crumbled.
You forced yourself to open up and write me a letter.
The paper was your release, and in choosing me to write to, I won't ever really know the reason, but all for the better.
I see a friendship in the making, you have drawn yourself closer.
I'll admit, I needed this friendship too, more than you will ever know.
Someone who deep down wants to be happy and at peace with life.
While everyone is lost the chaos, we are still, appreciating the present.
Looking forward to the next time we meet, for it is your company that I truly enjoy.
Dec 2015 · 759
You Will Never Be
A Harris Dec 2015
You will never be that person I go to with my deepest insecurities,
nor with the lies, doubts, and harbored pains, that I hold captive inside.
You just don't feel that close
You will never the one to pick me up, you are too busy propping up your own self.
No need for both of us to fall
Someday, someone will.
You will never be the one I run to when the world is too much,
This wall you have is to high for me to climb, and too thick to get through.
I feel like I will never truly know "you".
Despite knowing all this, a patience and confidence resides,
knowing that someday I will meet someone I can walk straight to,
someone meant for me and I for him.
Until we meet, I await, I am on the sidelines, watching from a distance.
just some thoughts, future, ambivalence
Nov 2015 · 461
These hands
A Harris Nov 2015
Pressed so tight, in prayer, in thought,
To silence my mind, and to find what has been lost.
I search and search to have that void filled,
Feeling no closer to reaching the still.
Hands are the gateway or so they say.
To truly surrender, one must pray.
So I will keep this conscious contact, never losing hope, in the divine.

Aharris  11/2015
Oct 2015 · 714
A letter to the Universe
A Harris Oct 2015
For just a little while, let time stand still
Let me enjoy the beauty,
allowing me to take in this life,
A deep inhale and appreciation sinks in.
More aware now then I have ever been.
This busy life will consume you, if you let it,
But I ask of you, for a little more simplicity
in the busy, god forsaken city.
For once, just let it be, filled with tranquility.

©A. Harris 2015
Oct 2015 · 526
Three Boys
A Harris Oct 2015
A fear so deep, so embedded,
in caring for the lives that were created.
My best intentions, try to protect your heart and soul.
You are mine and I am you.
You grow and grow and grow.
With each passing year, one thing is defined, the love I have for you.
Such a miracle to see the life that exists within these three personalities.
Never have I loved something more.
©A. Harris 2015
To my children!
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