Keeping My Word To Myself ~willjxn~  Last night I went to bed undecided.  Thinking of all the words I’ve promised to keep  work deadlines,  family expectations, Morning woke me, thinking about — keeping my word to myself.   I got up from bed.  I organized…

iii. Rainbows In the Sweat Sprouts Sun wasn’t harsh, for the sake of the Girl Wind blew slight chill, for the sake of the Girl. Sweat sprout in her forehead, Glittered in the sun and rainbow could be seen. Oh my pal, who is that…

the town-crier said they said they will give the homeless shelter they said the homeless should come around and register they said each homeless will need a number they said to get the number a homeless must bring his mother they said whoever does not…

Hour 3  (The BOP – a marathon writing prompt)   HER CHALLENGE   She took the challenge, knowing she could not go it alone The tasks were daunting, the accolades few and far between Each day posed a question, a problem, an issue to tackle…

The problem with having a rule that you have to be positive Is that forced positivity Can lead you – to use the pejorative – To feeling a bit shitty When your fake full-beam smile is dull in comparison To ‘insprational-quote’ Maddison.   Because deep…

Calendar glances – pages to flip, Renewed morning hope fall into worn grooves, Frenzie under heavy wet blankets, Dashing off must escape moment, Dodging all my accumulation, Taking years off profiles ’cause nothing to show. I’ll do something special, just have to wait for it…

11:11 is a reminder to look inward to create internal peace and embrace the core of my being. A signal from my ancestors to live in the present with the conviction of their past. To stay in sync with who I am and not the…

I’m frozen in the memory of what I saw that day. Can’t seem to move on forward even if I pray. But… I must move on!   I see the past before me and in the future too. I see it my daydreams in everything…

I like my poems short and sweet reading or writing, I prefer to be brief. Some go on and on without relief words flow, I yawn and off goes the beat! But I do not wail or suffer in grief Read them in full and…

If we can’t fill tiny stomach, let us try to save one single grain that made tiny stomach drain. If we can’t make tiny face happy, let us try to be a clown that will make their sadness down. If we can’t take care of…