beating forcefully
there’s fluttering in my chest
heart palpitations
Sharing Poetry: Pura López-Colomé, "Tormented"
Enormous solids were falling
from who knows what heights,
who knows what places.
I trembled,
and in my mouth
an inky taste. Precise.
Hail, maybe,
enormous kernels of ice;
coming down,
with a scandalous impact,
didn’t bury me, terrorized,
under the covers.
It didn’t happen, it wasn’t that.
A…
(Source: poetryfoundation.org)
Please & Thank You ✍: She Can Have Him.
Give me her box of sweet sophisticated tea so
I can replace it with arsenic laced with licorice;
Give me the softest, most pliable yarns you can find so
the scarf I knit her for Christmas
won’t hurt so much when
I pull it much too tight around her neck.
Give me her secrets, her…
Come share my crisp autumn air,
and listen to it ruffle golden trees,
as we chatter away any despair
and send it off with the breeze.
From red, brown and orange leaves,
I’ll dust them off with laughter,
and two cups I’ll form and weave
so I can treat you to sparkling cider.
We’ll smoke sticks of cinnamon,
and puff out scented clouds,
to watch them linger and glisten,
before by winter they’re plowed.
Expand More Than Your Uterus: Things I have to remember to tell you...
#12 Two thirds through my work day I sit, sulking and stewing with irritation. Reliving my recent trip to get my oil changed and being made to feel as though my clothes were being stripped from my body, I am sitting here… thinking of all the things I know you will not be, thinking of the things I…
This…read this blogger peeps!! She is an amazing writer!
Expand More Than Your Uterus: Things I have to remember to tell you
# 13. I will make our life beautiful
like rewashing a fresh load of sweat soaked laundry because we were too lazy and too consumed with each other’s bodies to make it to the bed
…againlike laughing when I break dishes because I’m forever clumsy, food fights, settling arguments with…
Expand More Than Your Uterus: To the guy at Walmart that called me a bitch,
I want to tell of your potential
Tell you that you could be a protector
Given the chance to be the compass to my north star heart
you could honestly love a woman
Your back is strong enough to carry a family
to hold up your head and push out your pride
With knees never too tired to pray you could
…
Sharing Poetry: Robert Frost, "Acquainted with the Night"
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped the sound…
This why Robert Frost IS Robert Frost and we are not…
Between the panels
Between the lines
Nothing is obvious
But that doesn’t make it a lie
Mike Frawley: God's Tears
How have we become like this
our actions often callous and cruel
It seems that we’ve forgotten love
and cast aside The Golden Rule
What does the future hold in store
for our home between the sea and sky
God must find it hard to watch
as a teardrop trickles from His Eye
Will hardened hearts…
dvskitten: Divide and Conquer Nothing
We draw lines,
lines on the city streets to control traffic,
lines in parking lots to separate cars,
lines to basically avoid day-to-day chaos.
Some semblance of order is imperative,
but the lines that concern me
are the imaginary ones.
Lines between countries,
lines we create to…
(Source: splintersandmilkshakes)
Music, Photography & Prose: I Am Troy Davis...
I am Troy Davis.
An injustice system holding my freedom in contempt,
No evidence, faulty witnesses, a pastor commands my soul to repent.
I’m innocent, but we all look the same.
I’m innocent, but the warden awards me a new name.
They amended my constitutional rights,
Forgetting to tell me…
You and I
Shiver as we walk
As winter exhales
Its frigid breath.
Our rattling bones creating a rhythm
That would upset the heart.
Mangled Metaphors
The words weave together,
Wrapped in rhythm and rhyme.
The emotions intertwine, lost
In time. Interpret as you please,
I write such confusion with ease.
I read, write, and breathe poetry,
Setting my inner demons free…
Then the sun came up, & all was clear.: HIGH
substance abuse,
trying to chase away the melancholy blues.
looking for ways to enhance my current mood.
what is that you said mom? to be good? i guess i misunderstood.
But i haven’t gave up yet
i have high targets & high hopes that I haven’t meet.
looking forward to shaking hands with…
