What will you do with your day?Sighing, he takes his coffee black,cream in the cup can divine fortunes,golden stain, plain as the date on thepaper I never read, hardly ever,something exciting happened today,so you say, playing with contentment.My vented blouse breathes pointelle,he sings in the morning, mockballads, showered clean. Rainstreaked streets never throw updust, flower … Continue reading Morning Poem: Cassandra Kulay
Category: Poets
Twisted: Cassandra Kulay
The twisted roots of the problem foster a tree a doubtwith bitter fruit, looking back is not always sweet, fullof trauma and betrayal is the past and it still frightensme, it still hurts to know I was so lost I might not havecome out of it, to sense to horrors that might have been.Still from … Continue reading Twisted: Cassandra Kulay
Someone: Cassandra Kulay
I’m feeling like I am someone,I am feeling like I know what I want,I am dreaming wide awake, I amsurprised by how much I can take.I am in the groove, coming off smooth,do you want me like I want you?Outside the snow is falling, in theCold wind I can feel you calling,I think of your … Continue reading Someone: Cassandra Kulay
Spring: Marjolaine Brodeur
Yesterday Spring has sprungBut whether lamb or lionMeteorologists knew notFor it was neither one nor the other. Being of two minds as it isWe must prepare for the unexpected.Cold and warm spells to rattle us,Then followed by true spring. Warming our hearts finally,Having made up its mind,That the solstice must be obeyedSo that summer may … Continue reading Spring: Marjolaine Brodeur
My Creativity on Open Display: John Oross
By living your life through actions benefitting others,Builds a house from love and light.More precious than that of anything material.I dwell within this construct of mine,sharing what I create from time to time. My many Wandering Thoughts often do take hold,framed with wisdom, born out of love.A gift that I share for free.Yet, within my … Continue reading My Creativity on Open Display: John Oross
Diagnoses of Past Lives: Jacob Carr
I unfold pinkcarbon copy andread the scrawl1. MDD resolved(severe major depression my prodromal phase)2. Perceptual alt. r/o psychosis(psychosis later ruled in)3. Cluster B traits(disproven later after leaving behind guilt and self-doubt)4. Migraines(still omnipresent)remnants of PX-2some souvenirmy lifeat seventeenone year laterthe pink sheetsimply readsSchizophrenia
A Broken Window: Robert St.Germain
There is a broken window in my head.Who threw the rock to make me dead?Who left the scar that will never fade?Who created this plan that was made?Who is the boogeyman that waits in the hall?The demon will laugh as it punches my balls.The voices are phantoms of my fractured mind.They use me even when … Continue reading A Broken Window: Robert St.Germain
Zelda is a Sassy Witch: Joyce Lancaster
Why should I keep this old lair with cobwebs on the ceiling? And this outfit should be sheer black with green lace. I have this eyeball casserole. Should I roast it? Or cook it until it's black in a 500-degree oven. Who wants to start on the eyeball rice pudding? Now get started, my dear … Continue reading Zelda is a Sassy Witch: Joyce Lancaster
Power of Nature: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love It reminds me of being at the cottageThe power of nature, the power of waterAs it grows like woodThat can’t be broken Time etches the rocksThe wood feedsThe future where rootsWill flow again Fossils swirlInto our mindsLike our first steps and in the sunWe dig little holes … Continue reading Power of Nature: James Adamson
Standing..: Cassandra Kulay
Standing,in the half light of the moontouched by elusive fragmentsof dreams.Instincttells me to screambut it is only you.Night terrorsand old friend, returned,to guide me, lost in thisnetherworld.You give me things,I never keep in dawnthey haunt me asunbroken circles becomebroken dreams.Jagged landscape does notcut only saws away at mebut I seek no unkind peace.At least not … Continue reading Standing..: Cassandra Kulay
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