kathleen rojas

Joined January 2023

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Just letting the constant stream of words flow….

Stories (16/0)

The Bully
A childish bully becomes a arrogant man He battles his brothers to take their land Causing destruction and war Only because he wants more
By kathleen rojas8 days ago in Poets
Trainsurfing
Tis a wonder the people you meet On the subway by a newly emptied seat They’d climb over their brother Step on the hand of your mother
By kathleen rojas9 days ago in Poets
Queen for a Day
Would’nt you like to know the way Poor Mary was finally “Queen for a Day” She was sponge-bathed and fed Spent most the day in bed
By kathleen rojas9 days ago in Poets
School days
I suck in my breath The second hand ticks slowly Waiting for that bell
By kathleen rojas21 days ago in Poets
The Empty Seat
Late as usual You scan the crowd for my face That was my last chance
By kathleen rojasabout a month ago in Poets
Life cycle
Newborn innocence Dusty, shriveled, old decay The passage of time
By kathleen rojasabout a month ago in Poets
6:00 A.M.
She sets her alarm For the morning that won’t come It is just her time
By kathleen rojasabout a month ago in Poets
Marching On
It tick tocks right on Adjust your clock all you want You can’t make it stop As hard as you fight! Now you’re ten seconds older
By kathleen rojasabout a month ago in Poets
Now and Then
Slips through my fingers Or comes screeching to a halt. There’s never enough
By kathleen rojasabout a month ago in Poets
I’m ready
I sat for a moment while visiting Mount Jerome. Just to pause and have a ponder, very far from home. I relish in my surroundings when everything is history.
By kathleen rojasabout a month ago in Poets
Intentions
I tease the thought of diving into the past as I waver in the doorway. I didn’t mean to stumble into you. I forgot you were there.
By kathleen rojasabout a month ago in Poets
A Stop Along The Path
Amira was dreaming. “That’s your cue!” Stomach in knots. Her cue? Which play is this? What’s my part? Sweating and dizzy. She barely walks to center stage and with a SLAM- she’s face down. Just as she feared. Snickering, judgement. Humiliation.
By kathleen rojas2 months ago in Fiction