words, just words
I woke upon a still cold night, and shivered in my silent room. Between my tears and quivering, I heard a door click closed afar. The dre…
I had nightmares all of last night and needed to get them out of my system / Writing is a good method of purging
The empty, darkened rooms filled only / with the Dust of Time and Ghosts of life that was.
Politeness is a killer in the tug of love and sex
Behind her the full moon shone down, its diamond clear light revealing the track of pawprints now frozen into the freshly fallen snow.
This story was inspired by our wonderful cat Gracie, who found shelter in our outbuildings and gave birth to her four beautiful kittens there. She was only a kitten herself and had obviously been abandoned because she was pregnant! / She and her babies are all safe with us now – and will never know hardship and neglect again! xxx
I hesitantly stretch forth my fingertips / and grasp the dusty silky smoothness / of her
Sifting about in shadowed memories, / through times jaded companions. / Brings such ghostly graven images, / that tortured the art of abando…
Live it…Learn it…Leave it…Let it go! =)
Used Ancient Ways / Heard Natures Voice / Listened to Her / Made the Right Choice
We are all just visitors here
It is a risk, a whole hearted toss of all common sense at times, to release what lies beneath with full abandon to another person.
Sometimes the art of giving is laden with unintended attachments.
Max Ernst was born April 2, 1891, in Brühl, Germany, near Cologne. In 1909, he enrolled in the University at Bonn to study philosophy but…
Max Ernst was born April 2, 1891, in Brühl, Germany, near Cologne. In 1909, he enrolled in the University at Bonn to study philosophy but soon abandoned the courses. He began painting that year.
spider webs / gather in the corners / like shadows / their jaded landlords / spinning silken threads / in untiring futility
A poem about an empty room, and childhood memories. Written 18 April 2009. Featured in Masterpieces: Literary Workshop and On Youth.
Her ivory body shows grime
Ramblings with my pen on a wet autumn afternoon.
Oh boy!! My mom is taking me for a ride today!! / I wonder… will we go to the park or maybe to the store to get a toy? / I am so happy. ...
unseen father / i trace your jaw / as my fingers run across / my skin / i am made / in your image
it’s father’s day… / jordan busson. 21 june 2009.
I dont understand, these words that you say / Or why you insist, on playing these games. Is all just lies? Is any of it real? / Do you …
Dusty shutters swagger, / in the dry desert wind; / hot and bothered / like barmaids rusty bones / lying loose / beneath a cowboy’s / g…
I have always been seduced by the lure of the wild, wild west. :) Think Clint Eastwood back in the day, guns at the ready; and Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, with the man himself, Roland Deschain (my hero!). This is my ode to the west, in all her dirty, punch-drunk glory. :)
She butchered my vagina, ripping it open like a Christmas present, with little concern to the package from which she emerged.
I wrote it years ago when I thought I could be pregnant.
a cut too deep / (by shaking hand edged so far from home) not thinking. mis-taken moment / (unease as bonds are broken) not believ…
for me poetry is an essential part of exploring ways of creating convincing imagery for the lives of fictional characters in other forms of writing – it (poetry) can also provide a slant on things that sometimes feeds into visual art – this is about one possible experience of loss and abandonment ......
Alone now. / No one here. / You left like a thief in the night / while my body was still trembling / from where you had been. / A Red Rose on …
Abandoned is a poem I wrote that was inspired by Reynaldo’s beautiful painting Abandoned With A Rose. Poem and Painting are part of our Tribute to Womanhood Series Abandoned was featured in Inspired by Life 28-9-09 / Abandonwas was featured in Lifeline 29-9-09
An old boat hugs the wall / tightly, / its hold firm and grasping / as it grips the land / to keep the sea at bay, / those clutching waves tha…
She had never called, never let me know she was okay, or that she missed me. She had just left. Yes, I was angry with her. Yes, I hate…
my birthday two years ago
“This time, / It only took a couple of days / For them to die. / I was not fast enough.”
A letter about abandoned dogs…
“You’re too little, you’re too young.” / Ruin my hopes, I’m all hung / up over being just like you, / That’s all I really wanna do, / But ah …
I saw your dog today / she sat, and watched every vehicle, intent on finding her family. another dumped lost and confused dog. this one wa…
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