FULL WITHDRAWAL

I miss the way your words calmed me How we used to write so eloquently Blinking cursors dancing together Creating symphonic stanzas in verse I can’t do that anymore… ever…. Not without you anyway… never… Because important pieces are missing And nobody could ever do the replacing For a short while you braved my storm…

THE FUTURE

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. ~ Gilda…

THE DWELLERS WITHIN

Self-prophesied aches chase me Like they are never going to stop Ghosts from the past materialize Wearing sheets stained long ago Moaning             From the pain I’ve caused Forgive me future for I have Forsaken the dwellers within Creatures created from my thoughts Expectations and condemnations Appearing like a phantom symphony Bellowing life from distended…

BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE COOL – TAMARA WOODS

    Today is this beautiful angel’s birthday!  Tamara and I met when we joined Laura A Lord as co-editors for the online poetry publication The Reverie Journal.  She is a wonderful poet who pours her passion into writing.    Not only is she an amazing poet but she is a spoken word artist and a…

BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE COOL- JOSHUA STEWART

    If I were to pick someone in the blogging world most like me it would be Joshua Stewart.  He blogs at JStewart413 and he writes poetry.  He writes way more poetry everyday than I ever have.  He also uses pictures (or he did when I first found him) to add to his words…

BECOMING ROBOTS

Do you ever feel like you have a million things to say to a hundred different people but you don’t because you are afraid they won’t hear you, they won’t care, they won’t understand? We are becoming words on a screen… body language is being left out. I can say I need help but you…

DRIPPING KNIVES

  These knives drip cerise history The life blood of past martyrs Have been absorbed by sandy gravel Knives crafted to feed our names To our virgin soil; our earth Tilling our plots of land into stories We will create our own sacred ground

She was Summer Storms

Originally posted on The Reverie:
So I brought you a pretty cool prompt full of lots of words to use! Here’s my take on it. Enjoy! Remember, you have to link your entry up by tonight at midnight to be in the count for tomorrow’s voting! ? She had this way of sipping denial One hundred…