I did the poetry reading and I ended up reading The Alarm Clock is Ringing. I think I could have done a better job. I needed to relax and slow down I plan to do more reading but I don’t know if I’ll have any more videos my daughter did this one. The Alarm… Read More Knees Knocking
I am screaming in terror . . . in rage . . . stray bullets . . . pretty little baby girls . . . innocent little boys . . . just . . . just playing in the park . . . now both are dead . . . just little pick ninnies .… Read More Stop Now
the trumpet sounds . . . the heaven opens . . . light fills the sky . . . roll call . . . soldiers of peace . . . of justice . . . of love . . . gather in line . . . ~o~ marching these might lands . . . adorn… Read More Warriors
some mornings . . . there are mountains to climb . . . sometimes . . . there are ditches to dig . . . or jungles to cut through . . . ~0~ tired, exhausted . . . no, it’s fatigue . . . yes, that’s the word . . . ~0~ the challenge… Read More Lupus Battle
I went to the writing group I was so excited about two weeks ago. (Read about my first visit here.) It was wonderful this week. The host was setting up a great opportunity for the next meeting I blogged about it on my other page Hidden Temptation. I really would love for you guys to… Read More A Hot Day in a Hot Room Talking Writing
OUCH!!! lost inside a shell sometimes call hell gorging on a diet of bullshit now I’m torn and sick empty praises, false adornment tricks of torment right from the start my blessings a bruise heart gifts of endless pain to drives me madly insane hiding inside a shell sometimes call hell fuel by greed, it’s… Read More OUCH!!!
I have been captured by sleep . . . a victim of Sandman’s lure . . . in the kingdom of dreams . . . guarded by nightmares evil’s rule . . . slumbering snores . . . sloppy drooling . . . snugged between sheets . . . cozy under the quilt… Read More Nighty Night-Night
how am I living in a world . . . where you no longer breathe? . . . your friendship was genuine . . . from the first day we met. . . you were a mentor. . . a sister, a confidante . . . ♥ Emily Dickinson . . . you stolen from… Read More A World Where You No Longer Breath
From Twitter – blank @blank hours ago Thanks @Blank @Blank @SilentlyKim for being top engaged community members this week 🙂 Yes Ben, I ran my mouth after our conversation on that very morning in response to your enlightening poem BEYOND SILENCE. As you know I’m a work in progress. I was so excited on… Read More Dancing with Writers
hungering desire like a virgin . . . skipping dance class every Saturday . . . preferring to be raped . . . over and over again . . . by the point of a knife . . . every week . . . was it fear or a thrill . . . a thirteen-year… Read More Was it a Game
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