A New Light, A New Day

Wow, so here we are, my own real web page and our first real blog. Where to start? I have been writing for years, I used to keep an active blog on Myspace. Does anybody remember Myspace? Shesh, I am old right. After that, I got a Live Journal, I admit no one ever read that but not because I wasn’t interesting. I barely ever posted. I always kept a journal growing up, too. My first “diary” I was eleven. I loved writing, would write stories and poetry as a kid.
We have started The Shade of Writing as a Shadow’s Lair family venture. The Shadow’s Lair Family is a family of two dads and two kids, not to unusual. We love to travel, and will post about our travels, everyday lives, fantasy writings, and just a general hodgepodge of things. We also have a goal to one day own a family farm and shop. We will use this blog to update our progress on this goal. For those of you who found this after following the Shadow’s Lair for years, thank you for your continued support. If this is your first time reading our writing, welcome and thank you. Feel free to follow us on Patreon.

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Left to Right Cera, Jayson, Damien, Aaron, 2011 Maryland Hiking trip

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New Year 2012

By Damien Knight

No one to kiss at midnight
No parties to attend
Just sit here and sigh
Another new year alone to spend
No sweets to eat
No fire works shot off here
No love for me, quite the feat
Meh, happy New Year
At least the appolypse
Spared us for the time
A reprieve, an ellipse
We wait the next line

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Another Year (Dec 31 2011)

By Damien Knight

I say it every year
I’ll be myself, I’ll do it
I sit and plan, no fear
Just get through it!
I plead look at my face
I’ll make it me
Like this is my space
I’ll soar be free
Fuck it all, no one is there
Wish I was wasted again
So I wouldn’t fucking care
About this empty skin
Midnight chimes
I’m to sober for it all
Another year alone, it’s time
To watch the clock fall

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