Your words Specifically Formed Strung themselves Into paralleled Straight lines Your thoughts True stories Memories Told meticulously Very, very carefully Upon the screen For all of us to read And if not for that I’d have missed The beauty That is you
Life is hard. Just navigating all the necessary bullshit is frustrating enough. I can do without all the unnecessary stuff. Gossip, rumors, competition, backbiting, jealousy… Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to distinguish a person’s real intent just by looking at them? What happened to authenticity? Sometimes I feel like asking people to fill…
I waited for you You never came I looked for you You were gone I needed you I wanted you But you were Nowhere You were Only a voice But you were Always there And now You’re gone
Change. It happens whether we expect it or not. It’s how we get from one moment to the next. Each moment we can be one of three things. Better off. Worse off. Or the same. My daughter is studying Newton’s Laws of motion in Science class. This strikes me as highly relevant because all the…
I can’t promise tomorrow That it will be void of sorrow But I can promise my smile My listening ear, my arms Hugs full of loving strength Standing in wait to renew you A friend here to help mend you Give me your heart to protect Until you can stand again Until you have strength…
The faces look the same Stuck on Popsicle sticks Dancing around clapping Waiting for you to dance Do some tricks! Flip some flips! Maybe do… Something dangerous! We don’t care about you Just entertain us And if you don’t Then onto the next Just stand still Let me look at you Tilt your head just…
The writing seemed wrong Sideways scrawls, tilted Different directions Non-linear and broken A puzzle of cursive loops Waiting to be seen By her eyes But they won’t be Not ever Because Written by her Eyes shut Tears falling She realized the words If connected Would destroy the world She had created All that was…
Title: Why does the creative spirit dare to #BeReal? Written by: Sarina Steinlein Blogger at: Sarina Steinlein Why do poets write? Why do artists paint? Why do musicians sing? What is this compulsion of the creatively minded individual? Some will say the reason for their sleepless nights and endless consummation of caffeine is a…
Written by: Sarah Fader Author of Old School/New School Mom Inside my body I ache The door is open I stand outside of it The cool draft comes fast faster I feel it I don’t know how to make it stop make it stop I can’t make it stop the wind is so cold it…
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