She swallows stars Creating darkness Where daydreams Used to be Painting pictures On concrete walls Swirling creations A stark diary of her Black hole nights Void of vibrancy Am I still beautiful? She whispers To the ants marching Along the crevices Among the cracks Carrying her life One speck at a time Until she is…
Rain pounded down outside Vibrating off window panes Resetting the cadence of time Our hearts were stepping to Fingers sat tangled in my hair As whispering breath lingered Around curves we’d laid bare Distant thunder beat its chest As our souls exchanged light Two lives connected and directed Like moths fighting to feel fire Some things don’t require…
Her heart the masterpiece on display As they fidget and fondle and weigh Too busy determining her value The depths to which she will sway It was Adam the first time around She wasn’t worth his sacred ground Cavorting with thieves and harlots She found simplicity to be profound Too many smiles litter the floor…
Earth dropped away from feet long gone No more structure or truth to rely on I knocked on the doors of a million stars Begging them to let me in To light my path, give me a place to begin But then the stars fell away into a dark sea And tidal waves of gravity…
I felt lost for awhile In your stories The words you wrote Then I wrote some And then we wrote some And then the world Began writing around us I got sidetracked Dreaming of things Thinking of lives Pondering events But reality stands waiting Impatiently sometimes For me to wake up I was gone…
She not only has a world winning smile, a voice that purrs, or eyes that brighten the darkest of days but it’s her heart I embrace. It’s the way her heart shows all over her face and in the way her tears beckon you to look for her when she is stuck inside the battles…
Yesterday, I posted the first CyberMonster post written by Helena Hann-Basquait and tomorrow I have a very special surprise you will NOT want to miss. I have decided to take ongoing submissions on topics I find important. You can find GUESTS POSTS easily by using the category tool bar to the right. If you have…
I don’t want to be trapped On the pages I’ve written A place where old scribbles Stare back in taunting rhyme Or be buried and entombed With the regrets collected Stained mosaic memories Reminding me of places I had once been confined I don’t want to be consumed By the heartbreak or deceit Spawned by…
Today is the last day of March and I going to start wrapping up the bully series in the next few days. I truly hope something good has come from so many voices coming together in the spirit of kindness and love. My guest today has a powerful post for you and I would like…
WHAT MAKES A BULLY? by Piper George 1000 Voices Speak are focusing on this subject this month and I wanted to be one voice among the many, to shout out and add to the cacophony, because where many speak, maybe some one will hear. But – what makes a bully? I don’t recall being a…
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