Keep writing. Keep writing so you don’t have to speak. Keep writing to hold off the day, To extend the night. Keep writing until you have punctured a vein.
By Debra Parsons2 months ago in Poets
Up near the stars I am cold. It’s clean Comforting. Drifting I am weightless. Free. The universe beckons me
I changed. Became versions of myself To fit other people's Desires Needs Mine ignored. I adjusted. Until I became vapor
By Debra Parsons3 months ago in Poets
THE BUILD What you do, You do to yourself. You don’t have to. Choose. Choose, or fly apart. Is your sun dark?
