When I forgive you, The sky will bleed gold And the ocean, Gilded by those tears, Will harden to stone, Creating a façade of Perfect calm, glinting in memory Of a blinding sun. Continue reading Forgive, a poem for those who won’t
Hello my demon friends and foes. I’ve come to offer you this rose. Salty iron, red with love, Dripping beauty, tears, and blood. Death is dreaming, soon to waken. Life is barren and forsaken. Plead with me for scales unweighted. No judge blinded, decided, jaded. Within the world of whispers quiet, Without the verbal pulpit pilots, Where only pride is price to paupers, Patience cannot … Continue reading The Judge, a poem for the forsaken
Weird to have a warning for a 4-line poem about a coffee mug, but… if you are triggered by suicide, best to avoid this post. Empty vessel, once full of life, Waiting, ready to be cleansed. Solid but useless without the drug, Nothing but darkness, time to end. Just a little something I wrote because of a visual prompt. A visual prompt is when you… Continue reading Elegy of the Coffee Mug
Fall in softness, Asleep to dream, Floating on a cloud Of kind release. The day is done, You’ve earned your peace. Rest your soul From stress and grief. When you rise From happy dreams You’ll find you are The one redeemed. The vibrant world Will grow and smile In gentle rhythms Of the endless trial. Continue reading Rise in Dreams, a poem of rest
I’ve decided my next project will be a collection of short stories. I have a few ideas. I am considering making this a compilation but need a theme. After all, everyone has a story to tell. What do you think? Which short story compilation would you read? And would you want to participate? Do you have a short story just waiting for the chance to … Continue reading To Make a Story Short… (A Poll)
Appreciate I cannot stand to see the way people make people cry. I cannot breathe when I see the suffering and struggling denied. Why can’t we all help each other to live our honest best? Why do we allow one dishonest soul to spoil it for the rest? Before you rise remember how precious is the dawn, With all the world must face, it’s a … Continue reading Appreciate, a poem
Waterfall of Sound Chance the Waterfall Of sound. Sparrows Can bring the Sun down. Believe In your power To sing. A song Is worth more Than kings. Continue reading Waterfall of Sound, a poem of song
There are days when I want to scream “Where am I going?!” In San Francisco, they have a fabulous trolley rail system. It keeps the trolley cars “on track”. I have often wished for a similar system in my life. Wouldn’t that be lovely? You leave your childhood, settle on your designated trolley rail, and life just… happens. I know, its not a very independent … Continue reading Where Are You Going?
WILL TO RISE Will my body now to rise from soft haven, sweet and calm. Will my soul to stir inside and still living, carry on. Will myself to lift and stretch, to move with intention pure. Will my frame to strongly stand, giving in to life’s allure. Will my thoughts to clarify, and lock upon what I so choose. Will my doubt to nullify, … Continue reading Will to Rise, a poem
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