Politeness is a killer in the tug of love and sex
unseen father / i trace your jaw / as my fingers run across / my skin / i am made / in your image
it’s father’s day… / Written 21 June 2009.
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.
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
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
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.
The empty, darkened rooms filled only / with the Dust of Time and Ghosts of life that was.
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. ...
words, just words
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.
Used Ancient Ways / Heard Natures Voice / Listened to Her / Made the Right Choice
We are all just visitors here
Thankyou so…
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! =)
Death becomes you / now that you are dead in my heart
during dark times… i coped through script… amazing how someone that was once a stranger burrows under your skin like a bark beetle… how that same stranger becomes so important that with the loss of him/her… you are left with less of you.
there’s always that one splinter that festers and infects you… this is dedicated to all of those sore spots… that refuse to go away… long after they’ve left destruction in their wakes. for those gentle souls that loved them… this is for you.
Sing me a lullaby / Send me to sleep / Send me to another world / Where I’ll no longer weep…
Once, I used to live here, / this used to be my home, / now it’s cold and uninviting, / sterilised and chrome. / I don’t know what to do here…
Look at me / My name is Chi / I was abandoned as a baby / Was sick and needed care / No one was there / Till Mel picked me up / Gave me medic…
Thank you Mel for your continued care and love for all our animal friends… / Chi is beautiful and thanks to you he is living…. Please check out my friend Mel (Mlgkats) other awesome photos / / ! / / !!
In this empty graveyard I call my life
I really do write black poetry LOL:) / This was an entry for the 2007 Brisbane Reason Poetry Competition in which you are given a line and have to make up a poem around that line. I had just been with a friend whose mother had recently died and she was telling me how she and her mother had never been close and that now she was gone, she would never have the opportunity to make peace…
I hesitantly stretch forth my fingertips / and grasp the dusty silky smoothness / of her
I wished I had had the way and means to do people rescue. For in this troubled person, I know there lies a heart that beats as mine does;...
It was empty and near ruin; water damage all over, roof missing. A neighbor of questionable authority told us, “That’s Daphna’s house now. She don’t like guests.”
Her ivory body shows grime
Ramblings with my pen on a wet autumn afternoon.
An infant girl is abandoned by her mother; she seeks her mother throughout her life. Wondering why she was left alone.
This story was inspired by a little girl that was left at the entrance of a house by a young mother in my town. The news was front page in every local paper. I felt the cries of the little girl like if I was there and in some inexplicable way I imagine the little girl’s life and her quest for her mother.
Who belonged to this house? / To whom did it belong? / Who lived here? Who did? / Where have they gone?
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