The picture hangs crooked Among splinters and knots The corners a bit scorched A moment frozen in a frame Waiting for the smoke to clear And the shouts to fall silent Before trying to make peace Before searching for the time Where everything went wrong Where they try too hard to erase The mistakes that…
You judge me And that’s ok You whisper And gossip And wonder And consume Time and time and time With innuendos And beliefs That hold no truth You listen to him And to her and her Make assumptions And create your own stories You never consider They could be lies You never ask or inquire…
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…
Written for anyone who is stuck in the dance with anxiety and depression. It isn’t an easy dance to cut away from. One of the hardest things for someone suffering from depression is to reach out for help. Depression causes a person to isolate and feel unworthy of life. Don’t let depression lie to you……
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…
Written by: Peter Olsen Blogger at: The Razor’s Edge I have no poetry No song No creative thought to help me. My voice…she has escaped. On the long journey away. How I have missed that spirit Who guides every stroke of my pen. That quiet sweetness and angst But alas she has left me. In the…
It took awhile The beginning of us It took years of waiting To press play I could feel you Part of my world Waiting somewhere To be a part of mine I could sense you Your heartbeat Strong and solid Sometimes failing Sometimes broken Sometimes shattered I could feel you Putting it back together…
She doesn’t think about tomorrow Or fret about what life has in store Right now, she just believes in me She doesn’t think about the bills Or worry which brand is cheaper Because, for now I am her needs She doesn’t understand my reasoning For denying her so many of her desires But…
Written by HastyWords 12/27/12 Sometimes I HATE my inner dialog! Your Words dissolve Into pools Of deception Your Smile rots Leaving Teeth riddled With broken Torn up flesh Eyes hidden Behind a mask You are the The liar that Hides inside of me Torturing me With hope With dreams You tell me I will never…
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