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Storms ahead | foreverisreallytomorrow
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My goal is to combine imagery and the spoken word to paint portraits of hope. December 13, 2016. They are unaware of the battles I’ve had to fight. This entry was posted in Food for thought. Distorted views →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new posts via email.
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Distorted views | foreverisreallytomorrow
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My goal is to combine imagery and the spoken word to paint portraits of hope. December 15, 2016. The fight weighs more than they see. I promise the fight weighs more. Nooses on the neck of a slave. Who hangs because they think they’re free. Lord, Lord please show them your tree. This entry was posted in Food for thought. Freedom Mirror →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). Place for the Stolen.
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My goal is to combine imagery and the spoken word to paint portraits of hope. March 7, 2017. Once the mind conceives that it will always be overcome by the passions of this skin it will continually revert back to its old ways. Posted in Food for thought. A prelude to the shadows(Chapbook prelude). March 6, 2017. Posted in Food for thought. March 4, 2017. Leather seats stick to. Skin and toughen it up for. March 2, 2017. Wasn’t what we thought it would be. Tables became empty, we saw the bottom of our cups.
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Strides slow | foreverisreallytomorrow
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My goal is to combine imagery and the spoken word to paint portraits of hope. January 4, 2017. While waiting, and contemplating and watching, the sun set without notice. They stared until clouds took on the form of caskets. Then seeds sprung forth into mountains which intimidated them, reminding them of fear.shadows trailing in the streetlights and motion sensors flickering in the background. This entry was posted in Poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Forty and Everything After.
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Felicity of Darkest Times! – Miracle Wings
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Felicity of Darkest Times! July 7, 2016. November 2, 2016. Forget about fate and fortune but when it comes to bad phase of life, it just spill the beans about your true calibre. We value good times ’cause there are bad as without sunset we wouldn’t have appreciated sunrise, right? Life has embraced us with love and happiness so rather finding loopholes in it’s creativity, why don’t we go and gratify it for what we have an opportunity to live it? Concede the power of positive provocations! 8211; relearnin...
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Things – Welcome
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I find you in ordinary objects, in. Extension cords running across my carpet and in the. 3 am blinking of a traffic light on the corner of that intersection I take every day to get home. Stop go. stop. I find you in the thread count on my pillowcase. 365 Threadbare. Your fibers. The tile floor of a Wendy’s when I’m too tired to cook for myself because. I’m tired of you being gone. Gone into the wind that never swerves my way again. In the veins of a brown leaf floating through the air. August 29, 2016.
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The Kitten Went Out The Window! – doingbeingbecoming
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The Kitten Went Out The Window! We’ve had little Momo home for around 2 months now, and there have been a number of learning curves. How to cope with him climbing our legs, remembering to hide all the toilet roll, and constantly checking our feet while walking down the stairs. There have been a number of minor ailments, including a sticky eye and a paw under the muscle roller. But thankfully nothing serious. He fell out the window! Unfortunately it was 9pm and completely dark outside, so we struggled to ...
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Awe – Thoughts of an Escapist
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Thoughts of an Escapist. Blurry thoughts in a starry night…. Open Letter For You. Verse of the Day. August 21, 2016. I’m in awe-. Though not in fear. But amazement and wonder. That His coming is near. For someone like me,. Who was once invisible. But when I met Him. I felt more than visible. He made me beautiful-. The eye can ever see. He made me- me. I’m in awe-. For He is about to come. The One who made me visible. Who made things undone- done. 4 thoughts on “ Awe. September 23, 2016 at 12:21 pm. This ...
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Clenched Grip, My Own Hands | Mat Aru Poetry
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Clenched Grip, My Own Hands. August 31, 2016. August 31, 2016. Waiting on weighted words. Clinging burdens that never disappear. Silent aching, each step, a reminder of what was. Clenched grip, staring at my own hands. Deceiving no longer, truth lying in open palms. It is I, not it. That refuses to let go. 11 thoughts on “ Clenched Grip, My Own Hands. August 31, 2016 at 8:03 am. August 31, 2016 at 12:54 pm. August 31, 2016 at 9:31 am. August 31, 2016 at 10:07 pm. Liked by 1 person. Liked by 1 person.
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Death | Women: Each One A Survivor
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Women: Each One A Survivor. Me and Bobbie McKee. For the last month or so, my DVR has been filling up a lot more than usual. Dirty laundry has piled up until the weekends. And my dog just sits and stares at me, trying to figure out what’s going on. But the new laptop with the advanced keyboard that at first had me severely frustrated is now my new best friend. We took morning and afternoon breaks together, went to dinner quite often. Her husband sang with a gospel group and we’d travel around t...And if ...