Her long, brown hair lies flat against her right-turned face; hands, arms, feet, neck, swollen. Her hospital gown, wrinkled and dirty, it had been draped on her for days. She’s propped up against the headboard, the dull hospital-room lighting casts shadows that make it hard…
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(Hour 7
I’m alright, okay? What else can I say, you continue to pray, and say how dismain, I appear to be, when will you see, that this is me. I am happy is this place, not looking for a race, or another lying face, destroyed by…
Top Climb
Broken down Sound bound Earth shakes It molds and makes Quality Beauty Golden duty Of a solider
Post #5: Trust
Trust You made it, and I’m so proud look at the way you handle the now You faced me with all you had and now you see I am not that bad Once you see I am another part of you you’d never question what…
Beach Bum
She walks slowly anticipating the breeze. As she approaches the sand she bends over anxiously and pulls off her sandals… Ah, there it is! The wind catches her hair and twirls it toward her face. She uses the small open spots between her twirling hair to watch…
Signs
Black and blue peas Birds break trees Falling knees Un-natural breeze Animals sneeze Car’s disease Cold bees Elegance seen After the human It’s been Done
Bejon #6 (A poem inspired by the picture of the dog)
I have often thought about my dogs life Was he content with just being my best friend Or like humans did he yearn for more Did he hope to find love on a sunny spring day Wish to travel the world Graduate Have a child…
The 6th hour
My eyes speak but they do not hear. I’m just one of many with all the same fears. I’ll be your best friend, as loyal as they come. I watch and wait for you patiently from the moment you are gone. I’m a little…
prompt 7 striking imagery.
The Milktray Man. A silent assassin melds with neon, Blends with the lightness of lamp, And pooling shadows. Come to take a heart away. But it can’t cut Through winter, Nor splinter a heart that’s quiet, now After life’s storming. In this loneliness Even a…
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The idea of love was enchanting….. the reality of it…..is daunting. Three words couldn’t possibly be more haunting…… V.Sky