The following stream of consciousness is unedited and is exactly what I was feeling in the moment as it was happening. These are unfiltered raw emotions. Errors and all are included! No polish added.
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Poets
“Gratitude makes sense of the past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” When we think about how far we have come from our past,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“Worrying doesn’t take away tomorrow's troubles, it takes away today’s peace.” Worrying rarely provides any solutions. It uses up energy and mind
“You’ll never change your life until you change something you do daily. The secret of your success is found in your daily routine.”
Reflective morning, shaken off nightmare unveils- eyes without a face ... Author's note: My final haiku entry was inspired in part by Billy Idol's song Eyes without a Face.
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Moon, I'll see you soon As beneath your light I will dance and swoon. ---------------------------- Dear Moon, I'll see you soon
When you sleep, They suddenly wake like gnawing gyres. Their depravity vast and turbulent. Like a bevy of fingers wresting your boneless body below gravity.
By Corvusabout a year ago in Poets
Somewhere inside is a child of light. who keeps me holding on when I want not. She truly could be such a pretty sight, if I were to let her out of my thoughts.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
I struggle to keep my head above the water, The weight of the world weighs me down. I started not to do things that I oughta,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Battles are never fought alone There’s an army in wars There’s a coach in boxing There’s a team leader in games There’s also weapons being used
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I wrote this song for everyone who has felt the emotional pain of narcissistic abuse, bullying, bigotry, verbal abuse, psychological abuse, & meanness from other situations.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
She shines, hiding all that's tattered. She smiles, masking that she's shattered. No one can see beyond her facade Lest they know the real her.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
