Bright white Flashes of light Gathered into Cascading sparks Flowing like heat Over sharp edges Where curves Once guided The life pumping Through my veins Worn crevices Where anger And pain Corroded And marked Once smooth Boundaries With acid stain Leaving me Filled with lava Unpredictable Flashing embers Instead of The soft glow Of morning…
We can’t see past the reflections Written and created by producers Selling lies from their silver screens Projecting fear and disharmony Turning lives into hollow screams They follow her and pick at her They antagonize her and berate her They feed her lines to use as hers Then they tell her she is brilliant And…
If you haven’t heard of J.C. Hannigan you are in for a huge treat because she is someone I adore. I met her along with several other wonderful people when I joined Stigma Fighters. She was born with a chronic pain bone disorder called Multiple Hereditary Exostoses and I imagine writing was not only a…
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Crowding the dark Demons watched While their bony Fingers walk steps Up my rigid spine His footsteps faded Outside my door Where right before He was standing For just a moment Listening for breath Before satisfied I was indeed Dead
Lizzi wrote a beautifully wonderful poem HERE and she inspired me to pick a metaphor and write my own. Hope you like ❤ I stretched out long For the summer sun Absorbing its heat Until I was empty Nothing left to give I remained silent Weighed down By sharp stones And left with Broken limbs…
I originally posted this poem on facebook. Did you know I have a facebook page? Sometimes I will post poetry straight to the page and I love it when people comment with their own stanzas or lines in return. Every now and then they make it here along with the comments like today! MY FACEBOOK PAGE…
Come see me over at Sisterwives Speak today! What starts out as a sweet and friendly waltz can become a tango before you realize the tempo has changed. When two people create beautiful things together… Magic happens… Until reality cuts in and says, “May I have this dance?” BEAUTY IN THE BEAST WE ALL SHINE ON…
I’m the type of person who will purposely walk down a dark hallway at night. Turning off into dark alleyways to watch the shadows dance on brick walls and craving the way an unexpected sound makes my heart race with the speed of adrenaline. I am sort of obsessed with stories filled with supernatural ghosts, demons,…
Mumbled whispers Barely penetrated Wallpapered walls As a strangers ear Struggled to hear The secrets there To interpret the rise To interpret the fall Of the sound waves Predicting patterns of Broken lettered words Begging to be heard Fragments bleeding Splinters of meaning For this stranger Who was in love With the woman On the…
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