no amnesty
youth, like delicate petals, crushed under boot innocence lost but something else took root words and hands left a lasting impression being born was her only transgression though her trust and body...
View Articlebeach-hued rejection
I waded into the brisk blue water despite of or because of my inability to swim sun-swept memories prove too sparse to rely on for warmth and I’ve been cold too long so I kept walking slowly until my...
View ArticleA sunny day…a poem about death from Rethinking Life
Had to share this fabulous poem from Gigi, see original post here. and when death comes in might be on a sunny afternoon when everything seems fine until suddenly you can’t breath because your hands...
View ArticleAmerica…best read out loud and fast SLAM IT
Originally posted on Rethinking Life: it’s one more lie that the meek will inherit anything at all it’s a false promise to keep people quiet hoping for a payoff at the end because that’s what RELIGION...
View ArticleVOTE…a story poem
Originally posted on Rethinking Life: jailed beaten their hair pulled force fed their medication withheld handcuffed to the bars of their damp moldy cells women fought for the right to vote the only...
View ArticleKate…A Story poem…
Originally posted on Rethinking Life: Katie was born outside on a clear night under a crescent Moon the first thing she saw through her blurry vision was that beautiful sliver of white hanging in the...
View ArticleA Winged Bird
Originally posted on House of Heart: I am who I have always been a shiver of soft reeds beside the river or the cascade of? a waterfall. Gypsy crows rise? to a soft dawn sky gathering their kind they...
View Articleunlivedin -haiku
stumbling through the days never chasing after dreams a life unlivedin ~Melanie Thomason
View ArticleNobody Reads
Originally posted on chrisnelson61: Nobody really reads Anymore And I sit here with my pen And page Quartz-white and aching With the longing to be heard With the longing for the scratches Of life and...
View ArticleFaces
Originally posted on chrisnelson61: I hung my face On the hook On the back Of the door Unsure as to when Or how Or why I would return,? And took another from the shelf That was laden like the willow…
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